A few days after my humiliating text messaging episode, I figured what better way to forget all the stupid decisions I make… …than to drink an inordinate amount of alcohol.  So, as soon as I left the office, I went straight to The Factory. There, I threw open the front door and strutted in like I owned the place (I don’t), and there, sitting at the bar, were Bella and Andrew. “Hey, Michelle!” Bella said, excited to see me. “Sit down,” Andrew commanded. “You’re gonna play a game with us.” I did as instructed and hung my purse on the hook below the bar. The game was called “Stupid Seven”…