Should never be on a Wednesday. My two best friends called me to see if I wanted dinner and a margarita. I rarely pass up a chance to eat Mexican food, so I was in. Since there were 3 of us, we decided to split a pitcher. We quickly realized we were not ready to go home, since we were enjoying each other's company so we decided to go to another restaurant and have a few drinks. There, we ended up drinking 2 more pitchers of margaritas. Now, I don't smoke regularly, but I do when I drink. One of the friends is a smoker and bought a new pack around 6 that evening. They were gone by 10 with the two of us smoking.
Around 11, my husband calls-probably because I told him I'd be home around 8. I ask him to come pick me up and he replies that he, too, has been drinking and is unable to drive. I ride back with one of my friends and end up sleeping on her couch and waking up this morning extra early and driving through the early-morning crowd to get home and pass out for another hour.
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