Bad Decisions...

How can you tell when you've made a series of bad decisions? Well perhaps the easiest method is to look at the circumstances you currently find yourself in and decide whether you're happy or unhappy with them.

So the other day when I awoke in my foyer (read: the three or so feet of space that separate my apartments front door from the front door to my building) at around six in the morning to slightly below freezing temperatures & the sound of my cat meowing from inside my place - I deduced that the night before I had clearly made some bad decisions (as I was definitely unhappy).

It would not be until after a number of hours had passed however that I would slowly begin to piece together exactly what lead to me awaking basically outside with icicles on my eyelashes and an all to familiar pain behind my eyes.
Cut to around 10am. I awoke from my bed, my cat sound asleep beside me, my head clearly outside in the street being run over by a bus (at least if my nerve endings were to be believed).
After a handful of Advil and prayers to every deity I've ever heard of - I settled myself down and tried to piece together where it all went wrong the night before.

I recalled that I had been out with a couple members of my improv troupe - we had grabbed dinner together and were heading off to see the show of another troupe member as it was cheap, her last, and... BYOB (bad decision the first).

The three of us stopped at a liquor store along the way - the original plan, from what I can recall was to grab a six pack or two of beer and head out ... however when we walked in there was a wall of whiskey starring us right in the face... it was on sale (bad decision the second).

We got to the theater the plastic bottle of whiskey sitting nicely in it's black plastic bag at our feet. As the lights went down - one of my friends unscrewed the top and we started passing it around... and we didn't stop until the lights came up again (bad decision the third).

After the show I recall vaguely making a trip to the bathroom - congratulating performers - and then a problem arose. Who was to take home the half empty bottle of dirt cheap booze? Most people were walking ... at leas to the El and with the weather cold and the distance rather far, no one really wanted to carry it. It was so cheap we could have just thrown it away... but we didn't (bad decision the fourth).

I can't recall exactly the precise circumstances, but I do remember the words "kill it" - then a fire in my mouth - down my throat - in my belly. Then the next thing I knew was the cold - the sound of a cat meowing the only clue as to where I was.

I found out later from a friend of mine who works at the theater that he, along with my fellow team member who's show it was, had driven me home after I killed the bottle.
Apparently my sense of direction had gotten a little blurred and the trip took near an hour as we searched for my place. At one point I directed them to the wrong street and I hopped out making a bee line for an apartment that wasn't mine.
In the end, when my place was finally found, what apparently must have happened was they watched me walk inside the building and wave goodbye - only for me to collapse, once they were out of sight, to spend the next six hours suffering from my bad decisions.