All Growed Up
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)