04 October 2008
i'm havin' me a drinkee
I put a fat shave of lemon rind in my gin and tonic, after I've twisted it up good to release more oil, and if you have never liked our dumb American gin and tonics, it's because of the stupid lime. Lime is for rum and beer.
Pfeh.
I've had myself a trying week. I've just driven myself the rest of the way home. Goldie's all unpacked. My house is still standing. Hell. I'm havin' a drink!
I'll start trying to catch up on the news when I'm... oh... half way through my drink....
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Well, gosh, that tasted so good I decided to freshen it up a little after catching up on my must-see video... only an itty teetsy tiny bit more gin and a lot of tonic... but... well... yhummmmm. Hits the spot.
Mom says, on the phone, "Well, now, don't go getting hooked on those things."
I can't! I'd love to get blotto once in a while, if not every day, but, yikes, no way. No way! I cannot fathom how anyone has the endurance to be an alcoholic! It hurts too badly. Mom says, "Yes, well, I think people forget...." And I'm so, well, yes, you hurt yourself pretty good when you're a kid. Pass out on your friend's parents' sofa and pee through your pants and the upholstery and you don't forget for a few years, but eventually, yes, you drop your guard and end up having to be fished up out of the ivy in front of some fancy restaurant by your date, but, well, when you get to be my age, you know. There never is a time when you don't know how bad that wrecks you and you just can't possibly be having enough fun to forget that.
So. Don't worry.
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