last week Mr. REA asked me:
what's the drunkest you've ever been?
and would you believe that i laughed so hard i started crying?
right there in the car.
on our way home from dinner.
laughed so hard i cried.
i continued laughing so as to avoid the question entirely.
an honest response would have been:
every time i drink it's the drunkest i've ever been.
but instead i muttered:
oh idk, at my mom's holiday party a few years ago. two years ago actually. recently.
and i just left it at that. i spared myself the embarrassment of sharing the entire story.
i purposely left out every single detail about how i drank myself into a frenzy and owned the dance floor that night.
i also omitted the part where i tripped over a table, then puked all over my underwear in the public restroom.
and locked myself in the stall.
and had to be carried out.
and lost my shoes.
and woke up screaming because i thought i was in a straight jacket.
it was a bathrobe.
and the worst part of that story is, that isn't even the drunkest i've ever been. it was just the first thing i thought of after i pushed aside the hotel situation from last month...which he still doesn't know about.
i'll have to be the drunkest i've ever been, to ever share these stories with Mr. REA. that's for sure.
plus its not considered lying if you're just leaving out some details, right?
