Week 23: Something I've Lost.

Hmm... When thinking about what to write about (either some physical, mental or metaphorical) I struggled a little. I thought I would recount a few short times when I have lost my dignity. If you know me personally, this may be a post you want to leave now. 

Dignity is defined, by the dictionary, as a composed or serious manner or style. To me, dignity is the state of being filled with or having quality.

I remember once being at a work party at a bar. I say I remember but because I was definitely inebriated I only remember certain patrts. I was dating someone at the time (most of you will know who) and he took on the role of only having one or two drinks in order to be the one to get us home safely (we used to take this job in turns because neither of us knew [or cared about] our alcohol limits and would both get absolutely wrecked if we didn't make this pact.) Anyway, since the nightout was surrounding this blog and reaching a milestone, I was the one allowed to drink all night. We had not only invited work collegues, but also a few staff from companies we were working with (luckily we knew them all so well and I wasn't the most intoxicated this night, therefore I wasn't the main focus). Anyway, after a few drinks I get very flirty and depsite having my (ex)boyfriend with me I was flirting away. [I am quite a flirtatious person anyway and I never mean to be and would never act upon it, it's just my personality - alcohol or not, it's just who I am.] So we'd been drinking, I was sitting on boy's laps and we were all just having total harmless fun! Everyone knew that he and I were dating and he didn't even seem to mind. It wasn't until he pulled me aside and started making rude remarks at me that I began to feel like I had lost my sense of composure in public... yay me!!

Another was only a few weeks ago. It was the night before Meg & Steve's anniversary party [just to give you a timeline of when this was] and the whole work gang was out in the city at numerous bars having drinks and dinner. Again, because this was focused around my blog (not to sound narcassitic but meaning that everyone who was with us was working for me, so we are all very close.) We began the night quite civilised, in a big group around a table having dinner. When people started ordering their fifth and sixth drink of the night (mind you, we'd only been out an hour or so). I hadn't even started drinking by this stage because I was so caught up in conversation so I felt the need to catchup. If there's anything I've learnt about myself in recent years, it's that catching up to other people drinking will never end well. I don't really know how much detail to get into, but I can tell you that the night ended with us all taking lines of shots (so chasing a shot with another shot, and then another shot, and then another [4 in total] and having a jagerbomb [redbull and jager] as the chaser), inside of a groovy little bar in the nightclub hub of city. We then all walked back to the hotel we were staying in for the night and sat in the pool for about 3 hours. This was all before (the girls were) waking up extremely early for breakfast and city shopping. Surprisingly there was no hangover!!

The final story being the second date I had with a boy. We had realised on our first date that we were fairly similar (I'm probably not looking for my own personality in a partner). We had gotten along so well that we'd decided for our second date we would (instead of the traditional lunch/dinner and a long conversation) go to a bar and have snacks and drinks. Oh man was this a wrong idea!! By 9pm we were taking shots, mixing alcohols and had probably only eaten a single slice of cheese from the platter in front of us. Well, the information I left out from this was that it was a Wednesday night and we and one other couple were the only people in this particular bar. I think that's what actually made it more fun. 

XO