overhung

i just meant to go out to meet m&m for dinner at the pub and then i was going to come home to do laundry and make my dish for the work potluck tomorrow. i didn't mean to keep having kelly the bartender refresh my martini. they tasted so good. i'm pretty sure he stopped putting alcohol in around the fifth. just when i was ready to go, cam the manager asked us to go to another pub for more drinks. instead, we ended up at his place playing hear me out until 2:30. two-thirty! in the morning. i'm off shortly to fetch my car at the pub (yes, i'm a responsible girl) then back home to do laundry and my last baking of the season. oh, and buy more tylenol. oh, my head.