No Celery Please

So Google reader DOES make it enormously easier to keep up with all my blogs of bloggy goodness.  But it also makes it easier to move down to the next blog entry without commenting on the blog I just read.

I have really, for the past couple of months, been trying much harder to leave comments on blogs I read.   I know I’m right up there on the list of world’s worst commenters, so I was consciously trying to reverse that.  I really do think it’s important to let people know that I read and appreciate their blogs – even if it’s just once in a while.

So… with Google reader, I have to click into the post in order to be able to comment, and it’s a step I seem to be skipping, because HEY!  THERE’S ANOTHER POST TO READ RIGHT HERE!

So I’ll try to do something about that.

Sometimes I fantasize about picking up and moving across the county (to the Pacific NW, usually).

So every once in a while, I will scout jobs out there, and sometimes there are things I think I could do.

But the idea of taking a job and then attempting to coordinate a move sounds a bit nightmareish.

But… the idea of picking up and moving some place with no job and no idea what’s coming, well, that’s kinda scary too?

Any of you out there ever just picked up all your crap and took off with no notion of what you were heading into?

Hell, I’ve never even BEEN to the PNW… just seen it in pictures and TV – it just looks so very “ME” out there.

Idle dreaming.

I did something this weekend that I have never bothered to do before.

At a party I went to Saturday night.  I had some drinks.  Then, once I was about 1.5 sheets to the wind, I said to myself.  “Hey self, you’re drunk.  You are having a good time.  Let’s stop drinking now and not ruin it!”

And I did.

I very rarely drink because a) I find that if I am going to consume that many empty calories, I’d rather spend them on cake and ice cream than alcohol, b) I really hate hangovers, and c) it’s expensive.

But – I have to admit that I do get a kick out of being drunk and I enjoy it now and again.  (and, I amd a very funny and entertaining drunk) So when I make the decision that at some certain event I am going to go ahead and drink, I tend to overdo it a bit and end up all crawling on the floor and apologizing to the dog for my wretched state (ok, that only happened once).

So I went to this party Saturday night fully prepared to imbibe until my brain was effected… and I did.

But when I reached the point where I was certainly drunk, and having a good old time and entertaining various and sundry with my mildy drunk antics, I realized…  Hey!  I am having fun now.  If I keep drinking this drink in my hand, I am going to start down the slope to shit-facery.  I think I’ll pour this drink down the sink and have some water.

And I did.

Is this growing up?  I don’t know.  But I had a good time without having a hangover in the morning, so maybe it’s a lesson learned.

(Most of the time I’d still rather blow 1000 – 1200 calories in one sitting on cake than on tasty malt beverages, though)