So, I went to a party last night, a party where there was bountiful alcohol, and I decided to partake of the harvest. (Heh.) I wasn't really planning to get drunk, but I wasn't really planning to stay sober, it was more of a play-it-by-ear thing, which was okay since I knew I didn't have to drive home. I got there, there was a (surprising) trigger event, and there were jello shots, and that was that.
The problem with me being drunk is not that I'm a bad drunk. I get a little pensive, I get a little louder, I'm more apt to actually say what I'm thinking, leading to fun participation in conversations regarding hot topics like relationships and religion and abortion. This is all fine. The problem is not the drunk dialing; there's only one phone call that I shouldn't have made, but he's drunk dialed me before, and we can do that to each other and it's fine, and he probably got a kick out of it, because I don't usually get drunk. No, that is not the problem. The problem is that I think, a lot, and then I remember what I was thinking, and then I act on it when I am sober. That, my friends, is the problem with me being drunk. (That, and waking up the next morning.) Oh well. Whatever happens, happens, no?
Ooh, the Red Sox have re-taken the lead! I am so sick of the stupid Yankees. Every day they are on TV. It's okay when it's Boston-New York, because that, that is a rivalry, but I swear the only team that has consistently been on TV lately is the Yankees, despite the fact that the Orioles are on TSN and the Braves are on TBS. (The Braves used to be on TBS more often, dammit.)
Tom Glavine better not be hurt, or I will be pissed.
T-minus 12 days and counting till I go to New Orleans.
