A few Fridays ago my friends and I go out to dinner.

Pretty routine activity. I love going out to dinner on Fridays.

It's just the perfect start to the weekend.

Like I wake up in the morning on a Friday.

T GIF, thank God it's Friday.

I just, listen, I love Fridays, I love the weekend. And I've been really making my weekends count for the last few

months so it's been particularly exciting when the weekend comes around so So listen, it was Friday, my friends and I go out to dinner,

and this restaurant has phenomenal wine,

and I'm sort of getting into wine.

I don't know shit about it at all, but I'm getting into

drinking it. For a long time I was just drinking like tequila soda, vodka soda, but

not anymore. I'm kind of a wine girl now, I'm getting into wine.

Anywho, on this particular night at this particular restaurant, the waiter just kept giving us more wine.

Like I'd pound a glass, I'd put it down on the table,

I'd look over and it's refilled, and I was like,

wow, what an act of generosity, you know know I don't even have to ask for another glass of wine

This dude is on it. He's on it. He's refilling me like there's no tomorrow and at first I was like this is great three

glasses in I was like this actually might be a problem right this actually might become

a problem very soon I could have told him all all right, that's enough, but something inside me didn't want to say that. I wanted him to keep going.

There was a devil in an angel on my shoulder and the devil won. The devil told me not to speak up. Next thing I know I'm so

drunk. I'm not drunk to a point where I'm like throwing up on the street.

We've all been there.

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