Happy Days
February 25, 2008 by piereth
Gorgoeus weekend. Only made more gorgeous by the fact that I got loads of gardening done, the Mouse helped, we all ate ourselves silly and we each got some relaxation in! Simple ingredients in a classic combination.
I’m not drinking at the moment; not because I have run out of drink, but because I just feel like some time off the sauce. I’m sleeping better, my waistline certainly isn’t complaining, and I feel better for it. I seem to spend a day or so wanting a drink; then it goes away and my masochistic side takes over and wonders how long I can actually go without giving in. I know the answer to this question is more or less indefinitely; but there’s a lot to celebrate in March and at some point along the way I’ll be having a snorter or three. Till then, give the old liver a rest, and why not!
Childish, but I like to be sure that I’m not actually a slave to alcohol. I don’t think I am, but you can never be sure.
Green beer for St. Patrick’s Day!
I’m a cheap drunk. I don’t really drink that much, so when I have one glass of wine - I’m smashed. No dancing on the tables or anything, but warm, fuzzy and giggly.
Remember those tequila nights when you were younger? Yeh, me neither!
I did all my serious drinking between the ages of 16 and 23. Now, if I met myself at that age, my young me would drink me under the table in three rounds. I don’t have the stamina- or the money - or the resilience to hangovers that I used to!
On balance, I think this is a good thing!
I do this, too, just to make sure
Good-o, I’m glad it’s not just me! It must be working, I slept right through an earthquake last night…