I was a little defensive last night when someone teased me that I can't go a day without having a drink. I mean when you phrase it like that, it sounds like I am putting whiskey in my coffee on the way to work or something. Geezzz. I mean I joke about getting the shakes, but I don't really have them. Plus, I'm Cherokee Indian and really into stereotypes.
Can I help it that I have many happy hour occasions to attend? No. Can I help it that I enjoy a little "drinky-drink" while watching TV or "writing a hit play" (okay, stole that bit there)?
Life has so many edges, it helps to try to take some off sometimes.
Then, this morning, Kicks sends this photo (above) of Steve (looking tan and great BTW) from the beach the other day (See post below). Not only could we not wait in traffic without more champagne, but we actually had to jack it from the truck via the backseat. Hum, that may be a case and point, eh? Well, at least my friends don't mind as we are all in the same jolly boat.
I will continue to embrace my vices (hell, alcohol is really the least of them) and assume that soon I will awake to the big day when I can be "an adult" and act the way everyone wants me to act.
Until then, I'll see you all at St. Ex. tonight.