I just don't do well enough with alcohol to keep it close to my heart. Lucky me.
Both D and I had plans with friends who canceled today, which left us strangely free to do with our time whatever we liked.
So we headed up to the Haight, for no reason in particular and the weather just seemed perfect for an afternoon Bloody Mary. Oooh, that was tasty. Too tasty.
The problem with drinking is that even if I'm lucky and it goes down smoothly (which means my heart doesn't do that extra beat thing, or my lungs don't suddenly start constricting), the high only lasts about 30 minutes and then I can crash so hard ... I never get hangovers the next morning, they just come within an hour after the first drink.
And don't tell me I could just get another drink to keep the buzz going. The way it feels once I'm on the second drink ... sometimes I think the sweetest way to secretly murder me would be to find some way to sneak 3 beers into my bloodstream. No one would be the wiser... The only information on my cause of death records would be "Three Sierra Nevadas, and she was dead," and in parenthesis: "(Chinese)"
Thanks Dad, these genetics are swell.
Both D and I had plans with friends who canceled today, which left us strangely free to do with our time whatever we liked.
So we headed up to the Haight, for no reason in particular and the weather just seemed perfect for an afternoon Bloody Mary. Oooh, that was tasty. Too tasty.
The problem with drinking is that even if I'm lucky and it goes down smoothly (which means my heart doesn't do that extra beat thing, or my lungs don't suddenly start constricting), the high only lasts about 30 minutes and then I can crash so hard ... I never get hangovers the next morning, they just come within an hour after the first drink.
And don't tell me I could just get another drink to keep the buzz going. The way it feels once I'm on the second drink ... sometimes I think the sweetest way to secretly murder me would be to find some way to sneak 3 beers into my bloodstream. No one would be the wiser... The only information on my cause of death records would be "Three Sierra Nevadas, and she was dead," and in parenthesis: "(Chinese)"
Thanks Dad, these genetics are swell.
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Hey - maybe we can should apply for royal status and then claim our apartment as our own sovereign teritory. Then we could secede from the republic of Emeryville and dub our new land Lightweightsville. All >1000 square feet of it.
Actually, that's not a bad idea. We'd save on rent. Do you think that we'd still have to pay income tax? We could charge admission to our place on weekends and make a living off of tourism.
Madam, i propose that we make your proposition law. Heretoever, henceforth, and forthwith, we shall both speaketh as if-ith we are royalty, thereby speeding our royalship towards its lofty goal.
WAKE UP, BUBLOS! WE HAVE STUFF TO DO BEFORE WE GO!