Tequila is evil

I'm not a person that needs much help in removing my inhibitions, which is precisely why I should never have drunk that much tequila on Friday night. I don't drink much these days. I got out of the habit of my nightly large glass of red wine and I hate being hungover, so I tend to not bother. However, two weeks ago I got drunk on tequila, had a fabulous time and as long as I didn't put my head upside down and try and stand up again was after-effect-free the following day.

I decided to repeat the experience and I'm not sure where I went wrong. Maybe because last time we shared a bottle between four of us and this time it was between three of us. All I know is I'm going to have a great deal of trouble looking my best friend's husband in the face ever again. I'm so embarrassed I can't even explain why. There are things one should never share with another living person but for some reason this boundary doesn't exist between my best friend and me but I never expected it to extend to her husband! I know he's happy, not just for Friday but for life as he can now tease me stupid everytime I see him. I must plot some way to get my own back and regain my dignity.

When I wrote about speaking my truth I meant in writing and in life, but I definitely meant to bare all verbally and not physically. Instead this week I took a communal shower for the first time in my life - something I thought I would never do - and, well, gave my best friend's husband too much visual information.

I'm not sure I'll ever drink again. Or perhaps I'll just never drink at their house again. Perhaps I'll go to yoga this week and wait until all of the other women have finished showering before taking mine. I'd hate to gain a taste for exhibitionism at this point in my life. It seems that having chosen not to play my life by the rules for the first time that I have shifted all of my boundaries. By getting on very well with one woman's husband I seem to have opened the floodgates for sex talk with all of my friends' husbands. i spent a good half an hour today debating with another friend's husband why, when men are often homophobic or terrified of the idea of being near another man's erection that they are happy to all be erect when together at a lap dancing club. The talk is fine, as long as my friends don't mind, but as for the tequila-induced over-share I experienced on Friday, it's probably in my best interests to never repeat it. Not because the best friend minds. I think she enjoyed it as much as her husband did but I'm deleting all incriminating evidence so that I can't be tempted again.