A long three days

The last official hurrah of summer has come and gone leaving me exhausted, evaluating the parts of the weekend I actually remember.
Unfortunately, I keep grimacing at stupid crap I said that I blame on the alcohol and or actions I just rather pretend DID NOT happen.
Three nights in a row I went out on the town, too much makeup and too much hairspray, boots on my feet and my liver begging for mercy.
Three nights in a row turned into sunrises and questionable decisions.
Three mornings (ok more like afternoons) of grumbling as I rolled out of bed close to noon, telling myself I'm too old to be partying like a college freshman.
I think it's fair to say I drank most of the calories consumed this weekend. I can only remember 3 meals, real food, that I ate. However, I cannot count the beers and the shots consumed during those evenings of fun, laughter, friends and music.
I stepped outside of my comfort zone this weekend, tried new things, met new people, listened to new music. At one point though, I ventured too far from center. (Going to club in CL wearing boots while they're having sexy saturday is not my idea of fun. Thanks sis for lying to me!)
My day off for Labor Day was spent lying around, moaning from pain, sleeping when possible. I also took time to reflect on the evening prior.
Lord, please forgive me.
That more less sums up that evening.

The drive back to East Texas last night was two and half hours of wondering how I ended up making a couple really bad, not thought out, and for lack of a better word - stupid decisions.
I.Know.Better.
Plain and simple.

I also realized that nothing about this weekend ever made me miss The Ex. Nothing. I never thought about him once.
Strange.
I have compared every guy, every event, every special moment to him since I tripped and fell for him.
But not during these 72+ hours.

I am hoping this is a sign of good things to come. (I also hope my self destructive behavior has mostly come to an end. )

Much of last night was spent discussing the weekend with my absolute, always and forever, best friend. Questions with no real answers were asked. My mind tried to justify feelings I had. Logic cannot justify emotions, but oh how I tried.
I feel like I have stumbled upon a path I never saw before...
Do I go forward, or do I choose what I am more comfortable with?

I guess I have four days to come up with an answer to that question.