Stressed, sweaty and remorseful, I arrived late for dinner again – and then made a life-changing decision

My friends, too, would have expected nothing less from me. But on this night, I was someone else – I was the epitome of cool, sipping a dirty martini, with hardly a hair out of place. I was early and I felt happy, which was a really odd sensation for me at this point in the evening (pre-bread basket). This feeling was too good – I was never going back.