Friday, August 05, 2011
Since I Started Drinking Again
However, here's a little tip you might need / want to know: When only having a granola bar and a few Goldfish crackers all day - it is probably not the best idea to down a few very very strong margaritas.
Don't get me wrong, I'm a good drunk (or at least I think I am), but it can pack quite a wallop when you have that much Patron - yes, I went top shelf - without feeling its affects on a pretty much empty stomach.
I left work a little early so I can meet my man-date, Scott, so I could have a few drinks with him. As it turns out, you guys know I call him my "man-date", but I may have neglected to tell him that I bestowed that title upon him.
He found out as I inadvertently read a text, aloud, from Denton: 'did your man-date show up?'. ooops.
No worries, Scott is secure enough in his masculinity and my homo-ness that he can take it with a grain of salt. It probably didn't hurt that he had a few vodkas in him at the time as well. Honestly, there isn't much we hold back from each other - good or bad.
To be fair, I did get a very very overpriced heirloom tomato salad, but by that point, two of the three drinks were already ingested and I was well on my way to being a little tipsy.
So there I was, on Thursday night - drunk-ish. It kind of sets the tone for the weekend, no?
Song by: Dwight Yoakam