Thursday Nights?

So I don't think that I will ever figure out why I do this to myself? I know that Thursday night means that I have one more work day ahead of me. One more really long day in my office all alone. Fridays are the day that it's already hard to be at work, you know with the weekend approaching and all. The thing is that I must have some sort of brain lapse when I walk into the pub on Thursday nights. I know that I have to work Friday's. I tell myself every time that I will have a few and go home. That never really works well. Shit.
So the story of last night, goes a bit like this:
Truly when I walked into the bar I didn't really even want a beer. I wanted to talk to T because it had been a few days since I had seen her. R is there and tells me that she is buying me a beer. "OK, but just this one". The flashing lights and sirens don't start in my head until I am already 6 beers in. At that point it's still early, I have plenty of time to have a couple more beers and make it home at a reasonable hour. Sure idiot. Us girls are playing with the laptop, checking out men and that sort of thing. I make some random comment about some guy standing in front of a tank. Little did I know that comment would turn into one of the best and worst pick up lines on the planet. Continuing. Guy walks in. I notice that he has a really nice ass. It's a fleeting thought and I am back to the man hunt online. An hour later I am outside and random guy approaches me, asking if he heard correctly that I like tanks. WTF? Who would have thought that is a line that got me into bed? Yes, my name is V and I am a slut bag. I picked up some guy at the bar, hauled him home and let him have his way with me. So here I am trying to live through this day with only 20 minutes of sleep. Self induced? Yes. Worth it? Absolutely!-V