So, why did I drink my beer so fast at the Superbowl party? Good question and my first inclination is to say "bad habit" but there's got to be a better reason than that. Let me try and recreate the situation.

Got to the part and saw Diego. I immediately thought of Lidia. He was pretty nice and so I went inside and had my first beer. I saw Dan, who used to own the singles club. We talked about how I hadn't been around much since I was in a relationship but now that I'm single, I'm back in the market. It was kind of disheartening to think that I'm starting all over again in the singles world.

I then finished my beer and got a second one and went to the buffet for some food. I ran into this guy I'd met in the group a long time ago. His name is Elliot. Again, the first thing that struck me was here was a guy who I knew from a long time ago and he's still single. I think I jumped to the conclusion that he was looking for a relationship even though I we didn't talk about why he was still in the group but I was again saddened by thinking about "I may never meet anyone I want to be in a long term relationship with."

I finished my beer and got a 3rd. This was all about in 1 hours time. Then I saw a woman I met at the Belly dancing dinner. Alida, we said "Hi" to each other and she proceeded to pretty much ignore me for the rest of the party. I got a little angry I guess because she seemed pretty friendly at the dinner and I thought she would at least chat with me for bit. I guess this shows that I really don't like rejection. So I finished my beer and went for the last one I brought. This was a good micro-brew and it was very strong too. I didn't eat much so the alcohol was affecting me pretty strongly.

I was walking around the house checking out the women who were there. I ended up talking to another woman from the Belly dancing dinner, Christine. She was quite a bit younger than me and not even that pretty but she was easy to talk to. I think I was starting to feel more angry that there just wasn't anyone there I felt any spark with. I finished my last beer. I knew that a lot of people brought beer and there was a lot of "extras" so I just grabbed another one for myself.

I spent most of the next hour or so talking to Christine and watching the game. I felt myself getting pretty drunk on this 5th beer but I finished it pretty quickly talking to Christine and went for another. Christine was only drinking soda, I should add. She was nice and everything but not my type so I don't know why I spent so much time talking to her except that she was pretty easy to talk to and she didn't run away or anything.

I got the 6th beer from the cooler and stood around the kitchen table trying to get into the conversation. By now, my inhibitions were gone and I drank that beer quickly and got another one, my 7th. I think it was here where I started talking to the hostess, Janice. I seriously can't remember how we got onto the topic of religion but we were on opposite side of the issue and I got very personal and belligerent in my arguments. I was really being an asshole. I could tell she was getting angry with me but I just didn't stop. She eventually told me that we should stop this discussion and try again at another time when I wasn't so drunk. She was absolutely right and I think she just got up from the table and left. I then got up walked straight out the front the door and got into my car and drove home very, very drunk!

I made it home luckily, I didn't run itno anything or anyone and no cops. I pretty much passed out in bed but woke up around 1am with a slight hang-over. I guess my tolerance is pretty high for me to avoid a major hang-over. I stayed awake the rest of the night thinking about what a jerk I had been and how it may get back to Lidia. The hostess is Diego's girlfriend and Lidia was going to rent a room from him when we first broke up in December. Maybe, I wanted her to hear about my fuck up so she would contact me and I could talk to her. I don't know...