Shocking Price Of My Lost Weekend

Drinking is out of control

I RECENTLY experienced a “lost weekend”.

I can remember going for a drink after work on the Friday night, but everything from about 9pm onwards is a blur.

I woke up on the Monday morning in an empty flat, miles from my home. I was wearing a white T-shirt (not mine) and a pair of men’s underpants.

I’m a bisexual woman and I have no idea how I got there or who the pants belonged to.

Dancing

As I stumbled to the bus stop, I switched on my phone and it lit up like a Christmas tree.

There were 56 messages from my girlfriend asking me what the heck I thought I was playing at.

On the bus, I checked the messages and pictures I’d sent. There were shots and films of me dancing in a club, laughing, drinking and generally having an amazing time. I couldn’t recognise anyone around me, but they seemed to like me as much I liked them.