As mentioned last week, I knew I wasn't going to be wanting to document my week. It was a complete rollercoaster of emotions, mainly shitty ones! It's nothing I will ever document, in fact, and only my two best friends (and one other person) know what's happened/happening. It's hard to think about and I've spent my entire week trying to teach myself that things will get better and, although it may take a little while, everything will get better - it's just going to take some time. So, instead I'm going to talk to you about my Saturday (12th March) night.

Around November time (2015), I made a decision that I was going to stop going to parties/nightclubs/gatherings and/or drinking excessively. I found myself coming to the end of a very serious relationship, which during had caused me to look to alcohol as some kind of an escape and resolution... Looking back now, I should have realised that it wasn't. Drinking is a quick fix. A stupid fix, and something that I regret taking over so much of my life. I've never told anyone this [but I trust and love you guys - so, you'll keep my secret right?!] but there were points last year where I would drink so much that I would blackout. There are days of last year that I simply don't remember and that's a shitty thing to think about. When things got too serious or too complicated, I turned to my trusty bottle of Grey Goose Vodka hoping I could find my answers somewhere at the bottom of the bottle. I used to drink alone. That's even more sad. I would get really upset and feel like there was no one I could talk to, no one I could trust and no one that would listen - but hey, my vodka bottle would. And it did. Many nights...

What does this have to do with Saturday night?! Well, I went out in the first time in a few months and quickly realised that making the decision to go out to nightclubs and surround myself with my previous bad habits wasn't a good idea. I left home at around 6pm, meaning I was in Brisbane at 7pm. I had dinner with my (it's super complicated) friend, before we headed off for drinks for work (blogger stuff). It was a farewell to an awesome member of my team and I'm going to miss him dearly... Moving on. So we were in this nightclub called Prohibition - clever, nice pun. The entire night I couldn't stop thinking about what would happen if I just had one drink, just one small drink. Addict. Alcohol makes me lose all of my inhibitions, and that's never a good thing! There's no real story to this post, just that going out and not drinking makes me feel old. Like, it makes me realise that I'd much rather be asleep by 10pm, wake up at 6am and start my day fresh - not feeling hungover and wasting the entire day...

Since I was staying sober all night and Meg was at another club, I drove us home. Which means that we laughed the entire way home and had a good, little catch up :-) It's currently 1.45am very early, Sunday morning while I'm writing this and I've really only just got home... The quote I've recently seen on Pinterest "oh darling, let's be homebodies", is extremely applicable to my life.

Before the night had really started... This was taken in the bathroom of a nightclub/bar/restaurant :-)

Meg; I love this girl to bits!!!! (don't we look so similar?!)