A Drink (or Two) …

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Problem: Me + A Vodka Tonic + Not Eating since 1:00 p.m. + Being Really Tired + Home Being 50 miles away = ?

Answer: Your guess is as good as mine on how I got home safely.

Thankfully I didn’t get a second drink because I really wanted one … really … really wanted one. I sometimes forget how much I like to drink, that feeling or lack of when you have one.

It usually numbs everything away and makes me drop all my personal defenses. That serious, workaholic, and professional demeanor slowly fades and the more sarcastic, bitter, and witty me shows up. Not really … but I’m more relaxed.

It was nice to go to Happy Hour with my co-workers, but I didn’t enjoy getting home near midnight and waking up at 05:30 a.m. the next day for work. What was I thinking drinking on a work day? I’m too old for this, haha.

Anyways … the drive home was tiring, to say the least, and thankfully I was careful in not driving off a cliff. Which is a huge accomplishment for me, *pats back*.

Ahhh alcohol … so beautiful yet so evil at the same time. It’s like smelling a rose and getting stung by a bee. No more drinking … for now.

- A