drama!!, playing the story out to the end goes a bit like this - you get an invitation, you look forward to the event, get your hair done, new dress etc - you look good, feel good and you have the first drink, you're ok, you have a laugh and a chat, things feel fine, you're in control so you have a refil, again, things are fine except you are maybe getting a little louder, you have another refil, now you are looking flushed, your make-up starts 'sliding' a bit, you get a bit louder, you have another refil, now we're talking!, you get even louder, maybe start talking shit, showing off a bit, you look redder, you really go for it now though, you wander round the venue looking for yet another drink, you go to the loo, maybe tuck your skirt in your knickers, have more to drink, take the hump at something dh says, so now your make-up is well and truely buggered, you are getting nasty or just plain stupid or boring, you drink a bit more, dh says its time to go home, you disagree and hang it out a bit longer while you have 'one for the road' - oh, this can be the best bit, you now stagger off, puke in the gutter, wail to dh 'lifes unfair, i love you but no one loves me' puke a bit more - dh gets you home to bed, you are sick again in the night - next day, in come dcs, ready for a bit of fun family time, yeah, like thats gonna happen!, you feel like shit and smell like it!, you have a horrible feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach cos you cant remember what you said/did, dh is pissed off and not speaking and your new dress is covered in puke! - just another night out!!
OR - you can get dolled up, look fab, have a lovley chat with people, dance, have a meal/whatever, wake up in teh morning, remember it all, play with the kids, chat over the previous evening with dh and share the gossip and know you looked as good at midnight as you did at 7pm!, no feeling of dread, no shame, no pukey dress, no row with dh - all it takes is saying 'oh, just a soft drink for me please' its as simple as that!!