Sunday, January 8, 2012

NOW I remember...

why I don't drink very frequently. I become a blithering idiot. I slur, and I know I slur...so I try talking slowly, and that makes it worse. Then I am slurring very slowly. I really didn't intend to drink two bottles of wine. Somehow, I did, though. Hey, it was a party. A bunco party. I yell BUNCO periodically because I don't understand how to play. I do it just in case. I have never won and have never lost. As a matter of fact, this time I think I just went to whatever table took my fancy. I don't think I followed the rules. Hey, what can I say? I march to the beat of my own drunken drummer.
I did not puke. Score one for me! My friend's boyfriend realized I was hammered, so he brought me bottles of water and crackers and kept an eye on me. Very gentlemanly of him. I was appreciative. My husband, you ask? He was playing high stakes Bunco with fervor and determination. It was SERIOUS. Me? I was wandering around, talking to people who I thought I knew, or who I did know and didn't realize I knew. I think I rolled the dice several times. I know I had a partner that kept saying, "come on, partner!" to me. I'm afraid I let that person down.

We didn't get home until after midnight. Woo! Partaaay! I know, years ago, I wouldn't have left the house before midnight. Now, I'm older and midnight is practically time to get up for the day. However, I did have a headache the next day when I woke up. I got over it pretty quickly, but was sorta wiped out all day. I have figured: no puke, no problem with that particular liquor. So, rest assured, wineries of the world, I will still be a faithful consumer.

I have nothing new to add. Except for the fact that I'd really like to know who the people from all over the world are who read this. Seriously, I'd like to know who and why. Just let me know. What's the worst that could happen? nevermind that.