No more drinking with single people

For Trini, my drinking episodes always end up with:

Number one: her laughing at stupid stuff I do before dozing off (i.e. Peeing at the laundry basket, dreaming i was still at the bar's toilet)

And number two: her furiously angry at me also for stupid stuff i do before dozing off. (i.e. not going home at a time a descent married man is supposed to)

I hate it when I get drunk. Especially getting drunk with my single friends. I forget that I am married and just lose it. You see, I have some sort of a "control" problem that I just cant fix, and it's been here since I've seen the beauty of being in an altered state - since grade school!  My parents almost grounded me (and tom actually) for life for not coming home after playing at a gig.  It's not coming home early that pissed them off, it's us not calling at all and telling them what's up.  That's also what the wife frowns upon (or better yet, makes the wife furiously angry that she wants to pull my eyes out through my butthole).  Whenever I'm in my happy drunk ass mode, I never answer her calls, I lie when I reply to her txts, and worse I forget about my promise to go home early.  I'm an asshole, I know.  And the consequence is she tells me that she wont allow me to go out again!  But AGAIN, she'll let me party and AGAIN I'll end up (always end up) abusing her compasion towards me, her alcoholic husband. Why, you ask, do I always shun away from my loved one's concerns?  This stuff just always happens that they've already figured me out.  I am a pleaser.  Well, obviously not to my family, but to the drinking buddies.  And I dont answer the wife's 35 miss calls because she might tell me to run home already.  And may even give me the cuss that I deserve.  I don't know actually, I havent tried answering yet, remember?

Anyways, I give up.  I can't continue living my life like this.  I have to stop being a pussy and JUST FUCK IT!  PARTTYYYY!!!!  Just kidding.  I wanna apologize to the wife for acting like an asshole everytime I taste the gold that is called SanMig.  I don't wanna make promises, but I'll try hard not to fuck around anymore.  Is my nose getting longer or is it just me?

For me, my drinking episodes always end up with:

Number one: me getting a huge hangover and end up sleeping the whole day instead of spending the weekend with Leanpot.

And number two:  me getting a bit (just a bit, OKAY?!) depressed because I can no longer hit on other women I meet at clubs.  Eventhough I forget about tons of things when I drink, I always remember to tell people, girls for that matter, that I am no longer single and cannot flirt around with them…unless…