Drinking. People drink for a lot of reasons and while I’m sure there are a few people out there that just love the taste of alcohol, I’m guessing most of us drink because of the way it makes us feel.
Drinking can “take the edge off” “loosen you up” “make you the life of the party” the list goes on and on.
Most people have a few drinks. Some people drink too much and then slip past the edge and into the land of stupidity.
There are happy drunks, angry drunks, crying drunks and my favorite…the surly drunk.
Alcohol can make you do stupid things. I myself, upon partaking in too much of the punch, have been know to sit down in parking lots. Just like Pocahontas, I cop a squat and poor Michael has to convince me that the asphalt is not the very best place to stop for the night. Yeah, he prefers when I stick to the iced tea.
Fortunately I don’t get intoxicated often. I have a friend that was once…shall we say inebriated. This is fun. How many different ways can I say drunk? Another post. Anyway, she woke up the next morning with cat whiskers and little ears drawn on her head with a Sharpee. Definitely did not want to know the back story to that evening.
I have these rocks in my office. I got them on the beach in California. There’s one large rectangular one and three small rocks that balance on top. They are really quite ordinary separately, but when they are stacked together, balanced they are beautiful and remind me of my mother’s home and the ocean.
Balance. Seems to be the key to life in all areas.
It can mean the difference between a relaxing Friday out with friends or a really scary version of Midnight Train to Georgia and a massive headache the next morning. Drinking is a smooth compliment at it’s best. At it’s worst it is destructive and tragic.
As with all things I try to find the balance. Notice the word “try”. If I can’t , I just stay away all together.
Haven’t sat down in a parking lot in a long time. It’s just one of those things that you’re supposed to give up once you leave college and get a clue. In fact, if you find yourself approaching 40 and you’re still sitting down in parking lots…you’re kind of a loser.
That’s all from the laundry room. Crash on the couch.