To binge or not to binge?

My mom always told me too much of anything is never good. She never told me anything so true in all my life. 

The weekend past I never posted my usual blog entry on Sunday. There's a reason for that. I was too busy out getting drunk. Albeit I had fun, but I'm so upset with myself I broke my own pact. 

It all started...

Friday night:

I was set on spending time with my boyfriend so instead of doing the usual and hanging out with my best friend, I left early opting out to hang out with my boyfriend and his best friend. As usual, they were drinking beer. I was offered a beer, I accepted after a while. That's wasn't so bad, then more company came along. So, my plans to go home early got cancelled and I drank another two beer trying to hurry the "lets go home" process.

Saturday:

Went sledding with my boyfriend and his friends/family/my friends. We ended up at a few cabins where drinking and wood stove cooking is the only thing to do. I had four or five beer. Then we went home seen some wildlife. 

Here's when I started thinking, I've been drinking two nights in a row. Maybe I should just go on one big binge drunk and get it out of my system, have one night of incredible fun. I was telling myself its okay to, let go, sometimes, it's not going to hurt me to have a few beers. So, that's what I did...

Sunday:

Another day with my boyfriend, is another day of drinking beer. We went to my oasis, a beautiful little fishing village only accessible by boat, skidoo, or if your a trooper like myself you can walk there. There was a huge crowd of us mostly 'old fellers'. Everyone's drinking a beer sharing a laugh, a few stories going around. It's a beautiful day I'm stationed for the night, so I grabbed a few beers visited some camps and let the drunk begin. 

As the night led on everyone started heading out I already had a few beer in me. Staying the night it was me, my boyfriend and his friend. The goal is to drink as fast as you can before all the beers are gone, once there gone, there's no more coming. The nearest store is a hours skidoo ride away. So, we played some scat, drank some beer, a lot of beer, listened to some country music on the only radio station available and eventually headed to bed. I don't even remember going to bed. Don't remember how much I drank. One minute we were playing cards the next minute everyone was off to bed, I lost some time in between. 

Monday:

 

Time to go back to town, the skidoo ride home was less then stellar. Terrible weather, crossing ocean ice pans on skidoo quite literally, not prime conditions, especially when you have a lingering hangover... Oops! 

Anyways, that night I went to Ashley's for a little while told my boyfriend to pick me up I.  Hour when he came to pick me up low and behold he brought company his friend, whom I can't get rid of, and what's that yet another case of beer. At this point I'm sick of actually seeing beer. It's so hard to be around people you love when your trying to cut down on drinking especially when they're always drinking. It's annoying and unessesary, and yet again! I broke down! I had another beer. 

That weekend, I failed. If you can't beat em join em right?...

Tuesday:

I had a talk with my boyfriend on the way home. I told him about my blog and about how I seriously wanted to slow down, I told him he should slow down, I asked him to try and be supportive. There was more of the blah blah blah and at this point I'm hoping he try's.