welcome home.

[MeanOldLady]

last week on thursday night, i decided that i did not want a drink when i came home after work. so i didn’t drink. i talked with my husband about subjects i don’t remember, watched tv, went to bed at 10:30, and did not feel like shit when i woke up for work on friday. on friday night i didn’t drink either, and by saturday i began to feel ill. i suppose my body becomes very upset when there’s no whiskey in the blood stream. by sunday, i’d reached the longest period of time i’d gone without drinking in something like three years. on monday i went to the bar across the street from work for the 2-for-1 drink special, and left after about two hours because i simply wasn’t up for a drink.

cut to thursday afternoon - i requested thursday and friday off for work for a mental health holiday. i was jazzercising in my apartment (not really) when a friend called me and asked me if i were up for a drink after she got off work. i said yes even though i made a rule not to put on pants at any time during my days off. it was a shame to break that rule so early into things, but i figured it was time for me to get some fresh air on my walk to the bar, and then quickly retreat into a dark, booze-filled room located in a basement. somewhere between getting free rounds at the basement bar because my friend’s friend is a bartender who knows the server, and getting free drinks at the second bar for numerous reasons, one of which included the bartender being a coke fiend who was strangely enthusiastic about my wearing a ghost busters shirt, i ended up being really shitfaced off a $6 tab and dropping my glasses in the sink when i bent over to wash my hands.

somewhere along the way, we happened into a hobo looking gentleman who bears an uncanny resemblance to ronald mcdonald, who also happens to be the guy who runs the music club across the street. i’m now scheduled to attend a show for some band i’ve never heard of in three weeks, and i’m going to a meat raffle in the shady part of town tonight. i’m not sure what makes people think i’d be interested in this kind of thing, but i am. it combines two of my great loves; meat and raffles.

so now it’s 10:30pm, and our little lady had best be on her way because unlike yours truly, she’s scheduled to be chained to a desk for eight hours starting in the am, so she heads on out. i decided i was good and ripe for further endrunkening, and headed down to my favorite watering hole. i didn’t figure there would be too much of a crowd; it’s a downtown after work bar where the crowd thins out considerably after 7:30, but the bartenders know and like me, and the bar is located midway between where i was, and my apartment. i suppose i shouldn’t have been surprised when i saw my favorite guy in the whole, wide world sitting at the bar with a beer in front of him, and about two stools over was one of my favorite gals in the entire midwest, but it was an unexpected, and very much welcome sight.

i don’t remember what time i got home, and i’m not entirely sure if this story had a point or not. i think what i meant to say was, it feels good to be back.

[fizzmaster]

I'm not a coke fiend, but I would be extremely enthusiastic about a Ghostbusters shirt.

[Beethoven]

A one, and a two, and a three.... Days.... of Wine and Roses...

[Two Hearted]

Oh for Fucks Sakes Beethoven, please change your signature. It's WAY too distracting, even for me...

[ThirstyDrunk]

Welcome back...
Your dreams were your ticket out

[MeanOldLady]

i think i made it home (literally) because i had a strapping body guard to escort me.

my ghost busters shirt is pretty awesome.

[coqui_chris]

i ended up being really shitfaced off a $6 tab and dropping my glasses in the sink when i bent over to wash my hands.

I hate when that happens!

Also, $6 tab? Fuck, I needs me a Ghostbusters tshirt.

[itsmemcp]

i think i made it home (literally) because i had a strapping body guard to escort me.

my ghost busters shirt is pretty awesome.

Pics of said shirt are required for this thread.

Thanks and cheers!

[Atavist]

Husband? MOl is Married???

[Crystal]

Try being pregnant. Not drinking was terrible!

Atavist, she's married to Barca. She has been. Where the hell have YOU been though?

[BeerMakesMeSmart]

Try being pregnant. Not drinking was terrible!

Atavist, she's married to Barca. She has been. Where the hell have YOU been though?

Getting groomed.

[waahoohah]

No offense, but I haven't read anything in this thread after the words, "meat raffle".

[coqui_chris]

Try being pregnant. Not drinking was terrible!

Atavist, she's married to Barca. She has been. Where the hell have YOU been though?

Yeah, but you know you can make fetching a brewski a chore when he's older, right?

[MeanOldLady]

i ended up being really shitfaced off a $6 tab and dropping my glasses in the sink when i bent over to wash my hands.

I hate when that happens!

Also, $6 tab? Fuck, I needs me a Ghostbusters tshirt.

you know, it got to the point when every time i would bend my head in to read a newspaper, or actually do some work, and look down at documents, my glasses would come sliding down. it was really starting to piss me off. since i don't have an eyeglass kit, i went home and tightened the screws with a fishing knife; it was the only thing i owned that was fine enough to fit into the tiny wedges. good as new!

ooh -- i have insurance again. i should buy some contact lenses online now.

[JohnnyT]

It ain't the ghostbusters t-shirt, i'm sure of that.