This past work week was spent like every other one. I crawled out of bed on Monday said every curse word possible and I spent the majority of my days wishing for the weekend. So when Friday arrived, I was more than eager to get my mini-vacation started. There was only one problem: all I wanted to do was sleep.

My boyfriend and I had stayed out kind of late watching the NFL Draft 2016 — I’m starting to realize there is no break from sports — at The Roasting Company Thursday night and before the clock struck 10 a.m. I was already exhausted. Despite the urge to turn up, I opted for vegging out in front of the T.V.

On Saturday morning the boyfriend, who wears far too many hats, had yet another AAU tournament but I decided to take time for myself. This led to a three hour shopping trip to Target looking for condo decorations using the Cartwheel App. After that, all I wanted to do was take a nap, but that wasn’t going to happen. My partner in crime’s birthday is almost exactly a week after mine so that meant we were going to be celebrating all night long.

To begin the evening, my boyfriend and I hopped in an Uber with his friend and headed to the first stop on her itinerary: Wooden Robot Brewery in South End. On the way we made nice with our driver and were having a great conversation when all of a sudden I hear my boyfriend shout and realized we were swiping another car as we turned on to the street. Talk about awkward. What exactly do you do in this situation? We ended up giving our numbers and walking the last portion of the trip before arriving at Wooden Robot’s door.

I was excited to finally have the opportunity to try out one of the newest breweries to hit the QC craft beer scene. A great venue for grabbing a pre-game drink or a brewery tour date, you’ll fall in love with the raw décor and beer selection. Unlike at other breweries I’ve visited and sampled at, I felt like each brew had a truly unique taste. My fave was a sour ale, my current beer family of choice, called the Peachy Apribot.

After stopping to give the police a statement about the wreck, we headed to Gin Mill, where I played Galaga and managed to spill a drink only a few minutes into play. That meant double fisting before being rushed off to the next stop, Tilt on Trade. My P.I.C. managed to snag a birthday table so it wasn’t long before we were stomping around between the bathroom, dance floor and DJ booth.

I woke up the next morning and walked nauseously downstairs to grab water when I noticed a half eaten steak and cheese pita that I begged my boyfriend for from Pita Pit. Just as I was settling into the idea of a lazy, rainy Sunday I realized I had long ago RSVPed to a friend’s graduation/engagement party. Le sigh.

I hadn’t even packed a presentable outfit so I went with the time tested church expression, “Come as you are.” I hopped in my car to head to Draught Charlotte. Even though I was underdressed, and without a shower, I was early for once. At least I scored brownie points with the family.

What started out as, “Aerin, you’re only going to have a mimosa, say congrats and head home” quickly turned into, “It would be silly to not take advantage of a $15 bottle of champagne.” Next thing you know, I’m talking everyone in the family’s ears off, texting my boyfriend, “I’m getting drunk btw” and begging him to stop by.

To give you an idea of how that went, the party started at 2 p.m. and by 6 p.m. we were being shuffled upstairs away from the event room downstairs. By 7 p.m. I’m shedding tears that were a combination of excitement over my friend’s long-time coming engagement, bitterness that I’m not engaged and, of course, way too much alcohol.

The night ended with silly arguments and confusion over “Fear the Walking Dead” followed by a nightcap consisting of take-out meat loaf, mashed potatoes and collard greens from Draught that led to a terrible tummy ache Monday morning. After getting a call in the middle of the next workday from my sweet but distraught Uber driver who had the brush up, I thought, “That little accident foreshadowed a rough weekend and workweek ahead.”