I'm not a big drinker these days, but I do have a glass of wine or a beer to unwind at the end of most days. Occasionally, I will indulge a bit more. Like last night.
My neighbors are crazy. Awesome crazy, not crazy crazy. But man, do they like to drink. Yesterday, I took over my apple pie and mini-cheesecakes, and then went to Miss Shirley's to help her carry over all of her food. Well, I thought I was just going to help her carry over the food. She poured me and K a drink- a cup of rum and a splash of Coke- and pretty much held us hostage until we drank it, while also forcing us to chug from a bottle of eggnog. When we finally made it to dinner, I had planned to just nurse a beer or two. Apparently, nobody else agreed with that plan. Most of the evening, I had a beer in one hand and a glass of wine in another, and a second bottle of eggnog was circulating.
I ended up stumbling back up the stairs into my apartment around 7:30pm, and I passed out on the couch. Passed out like a light. I woke up at 2am, but only because I was sweating like crazy. I took out my contacts and went to bed til about 8am this morning.
Even though nights like that don't happen often, they couldn't happen at all if I had a kid.
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