I Drunk-Dialed My Mom!

Ok, this is rather embarrassing to admit but I had a few too many vodka/sodas last night and I drunk-dialed my momma. 

I am not a big drinker and Mr. Marine tends to forget that while he can have multiple drinks, 3 is my limit before I get stupid. He ordered the 4th drink when I was yapping away with a friend and not paying attention...Big Mistake...Big....Huge!

Let's go through what I do remember:

- Arguing about whether Michael Vick should be allowed to play football again. And the difference in standards between bankers and pro-athletes (Bankers, really?)

- Telling my husband he can walk down a different street b/c I didn't want to share my street with him

-Speaking with my sweet unsuspecting momma 

-The scenery getting blurry while having said conversation with momma

- blowing up air mattress downstairs in the basement

Now, what I don't remember:

- Why we were comparing Vick to Bank CEOs

- Why I got so annoyed with Mr. Marine

- Why I called my mother

- What I said to my mother

- Why I called my best friend (learned that from checking my call log this morning)

- Why I blew up the air mattress and didn't just go upstairs to the bed (I'm guessing it had something to do with my irritation with Mr. Marine)

Needless to say, Mr. Marine is going to have a rough day at work and I didn't quite make it to my training session.

Oh, and I hesitantly called momma this morning...AWKWARD...I didn't have the guts to ask her what gibberish I was speaking last night and she didn't bring it up.

I must admit, this is the FIRST time I have ever called my mother after a few too many drinks and it will be the last. 

I don't care if I am 28 and married, I am utterly mortified.