I don't drink very often, but when I do go out with the intention of getting drunk it never ends well (duh).

Went out with the hubby for our 17th anniversary last night. Woke up today in the bathroom, with puke on the floor, and a chair turned on it's side. I have no memories except of the feeling that hubby was very upset with me (another duh)

I am now so depressed- the darkness and depression the day after drinking is horrible. As is not knowing what I did. Why did I ruin what was a wonderful date night? I don't like myself very much right now.