Getting un-hangover, Part 4: What’s so bad about getting drunk?

So I find out at the company BBQ that last night I apparently got so drunk that I sucked on someone’s girlfriends tit and something about skullfucking.  Thing is that I really didn’t remember any of it.  I mean I was drunk, and I did squeeze some boobies, but not the ones that were claimed.  So I was just all out of hand to all of my employees while I was at the club.

Naturally, I started calling people to apologize about it and I even talked to one of the persons that I supposedly offended and she didn’t know what I was talking about.  Now the crazy part of this is that I am mad as hell at the person who accused me of this.  They are my friend and if I was really this offensive, wouldn’t you have said something to me at the club, and not wait a fucking day about it.  Why would you wait?  I’ve been in my room, drinking Jack and just brooding over this for hours now, thinking about what I did last night.  And while I couldn’t write down every conversation that I had last night, I know that I didn’t step over the line at all last night and to be accused is just a slap in the face to me.  How crazy is that?  I should be feeling guilt, which I do, but I am also angry about the whole issue.  Well, if I am going to be called an alcoholic, I might as well drink and smell like one.

On the other hand, maybe it’s time for me to take the sexual harassment test that I’ve been putting off and looking into an AA meeting…