Haunted by the martini I didn't finish

Went to Black Betty, one of the yummiest & cheapest middle eastern places in Williamsburg. If you live in NY & are under 30, you probably think of it as a bar. Try the felafel plate; you've never eaten so much for 9 bucks.

Anyway, I had a martini (Beefeater, of course; please don't call it a martini if it's made with vodka), & the waitress took a million years to bring it. Then she didn't get my order for the felafel plate, and that took forever too. She kept coming by and apologizing; I was expecting it to end up like the Monty Python restaurant sketch, where the owner of the restaurant commits suicide.

So she was so sorry she spotted me the meal and the first martini, so I thought, why not get a second one? I was already pretty buzzed after the first one, but I hadn't paid for it, so I couldn't resist.

But by the time I got the second one, everyone was already talking about leaving. I was about halfway through the second martini when people started getting up. I knew if I slammed the rest of that martini I'd be sorry as hell; knocked out tonight and hurting like hell tomorrow.

So I left half a martini on the table. It was totally the right decision. But I can't get that jigger and a half of Beefeater out of my head.

Never mind that if I hadn't gotten the first martini free, I wouldn't have even thought to get the second one. Never mind that I got every bit as buzzed as I had expected and more. All I can think about is how much I wish I could take that last gulp of gin.

So I can't decide. Am I doing pretty good, because I passed on the second 'tini? Or do I have a problem, because I can't get over it?