Falling Off The Wagon

So as the title would suggest, on Friday night I took a little tumble off, of the “being a good girl” wagon.

I went out with some work colleagues, for a couple of drinks. That turned into a couple more drinks and well you can see where I am going with this. In fact a couple of my colleagues, who have been keeping themselves teetotal also fell off the wagon. It was kind of like a team building activity.  So there I was getting spontaneously reacquainted with Prosecco.  Spontaneous nights out can either end up the best or the worst. As it happens this one ended up, pretty damn good.

Whilst I was in my second bar of the night The Forge, after watching one of  my colleagues take an epic fall down the stairs (yes, he is okay and yes we almost died laughing) I came across a friend  - for the sake of this blog we will call him by the nickname I have given him - The Heartbreak Gentleman. We ended up talking for ages, then went off to the casino for some drinks, where he managed to drink more of my pornstar martini than I did. Don’t worry, it didnt put a dent in his masculinity. The talking led to more drinking, the drinking led to more bantering and the bantering went on until 4am. To which we decided to make an adult decision and call it a night. 

Now came the question of,  do we each go to our respective homes or do we both go to one or the others home? If you have been reading this blog from the beginning, you will know how long it has been since I last had sex, so if you spent more than 15 seconds guessing what I did next, you have definitely not been reading this. We ended up back at his at around 5am and I got home at 5pm Saturday evening. Now I’m not giving you all of the details - all you need to know is, I’ve got aches in places I didnt know could ache, I’m willing to bet I have lost a couple of pounds, and apart from the fact that it took me 20 minutes to walk to a shop 7 minutes away this morning, my smile is large and my satisfaction levels are through the roof.  So thanking you Mr HG😚

Now, especially as I am embarking on my pursuit of happiness, this unscheduled rendezvous with no potential to go past an amazing night (I mean there could be another night on the cards, we will just have to see what the universe has in store) would normally have made me feel quite bad about what I had done. I would have felt guilty about falling off the wagon and ending up somewhere other than my house for the night. However, I’m learning there is no straight path to happiness. There is apparently going to be some unexpected bumps in the road and thats okay. Am I saying I will be going out drinking and having naughty nights with friends all the time....thats a strong NO. But the truth is how Friday ended up made me happy. I had a good time with someone I enjoyed being around and there is no reason for me to beat myself up over it. In fact, I should actually be celebrating the fact that even though I didn’t plan for it,  I took another step for the better me movement. I learnt not too be so hard on myself and that things rarely look the way we expect them too. 

As you can imagine, I did not get around to doing  Walk the Walk this weekend, so I will be back on that next weekend. I’m going to chill out for the rest of tonight, enjoy my week and get back to this pursuit of mine. I really hope my legs sort themselves out for tomorrow’s workout 😅

Have a great day, remember you are a unicorn and don’t let anyone shit on your rainbow❤