A coworker asked if I wanted to grab a drink after we wrapped up a project today and I said yes before I even thought it through. Not sure why. Maybe saying no again felt like it was turning into a pattern, like I’m the one who never shows up for anything.
So I went. One drink turned into 90 minutes of standing around talking about nothing, and the whole time I was doing math about when I’d get home and whether the piano would still happen tonight. It didn’t. Got home close to 9, ate something standing at the counter, and just sat there instead of practicing.
Nobody did anything wrong here. I just don’t know where the line is supposed to be with people at work, how close is normal and how much is too much, and today I picked wrong. Now I’m annoyed at myself over one drink.