I left off talking about the bar that nearly destroyed me...literally. I walked into this Irish bar and immediatly I knew this was the place I was seraching for. It was a typical traditional Irish pub with Guinness signs all over and of course young, attractive bartenders straight off the boat. There was one guy in particular that stole my heart. He was charming, funny, and devastatingly good looking. I had been into the bar a few times and he had been extremely flirty with me. I wrote it off as him being a good bartender. He finally asked me for my number! He called the next day and asked me to go out to Queens to meet him at a bar. I showed up and I told him that I couldn't stay long because I had to fly home the next morning. I drank all night trying to keep up with the guys. I realized it was 4am and I freaked out! He pulled me aside, kissed me and gave me money for a cab home. I made it home just in time to throw some stuff in a suitcase and call a car service. When I got to the airport it was a nightmare. I was way too drunk to figure out this new electronic ticket machine. I just stood there poking the screen with my ID until someone came over to help me. He got it all sorted out  and I was on my way to security. I remember almost crying when I had to throw half the contents of my purse into the trash can because they were not sealed in a plastic bag. I gave the man a really pathetic face and I reached for my lip gloss and said" Can I just use it one more time?". He smiled and picked it up and dropped it back into my purse. I then took that as a sign so I reached for the rest of my stuff and he nearly smacked my hand. After expending all of this energy I decided to try to sober up by eating something, but first I needed water. I walked into the bookstore and just stared at a shelf for a while until someone came over to help me. He asked me what I was looking for and I said "water", he said "miss this is a bookstore, you need to go over there to the deli." This was more than my head could handle. I got in line at the deli and I bought a bottle of water and a sandwich, which I didn't eat b/c those tricky people hid bacon inside so I couldn't see it. Shortly after this I heard the airline call for us to board the plane. Thank God because I don't think I could have stayed awake much longer! The flight attendant gave me a funny look, probably because she could smell the alcohol seeping out of my pores. I looked at her and said" it's much too early, who flys at this time in the morning". She fell for it and let me on. I remember sitting down and then all of a sudden we were landing. They took my lighter away and I was dying to have a cigarette. I couldn't find anyone around with matches or a lighter. Right then my mom pulled up and I realized that it would be hours before I had the opportunity to smoke again. As soon as I got into the car she looked over at me and said, " My god did you just leave the bar? Are you still drunk?" and I passed out. I woke up as she pulled into my old driveway. I jumped out of the car and ran to the door knowing that I would be greeted by my two yellow labs. I finally made it home but I missed New York already.