I’m blaming PA
I owe some funny stories and catch ups, mostly because at the end of last week I was talking big about my intentions to drunk blog. Unfortunately, whilst drinking, I seemed to have cruised past tastefully drunk and parked somewhere between fucking trashed and wicked hammered. This led to a significant walk home from the Red Sox game (seriously, if I hadn’t been drunk there is no way I would have walked that far in heels, and I don’t know if what I did could be considered walking, maybe more tottering) and then a situation that some might call passing out, some, not me, just some.
Bruce noted that I didn’t seem that drunk. Mostly because no matter how drunk I get, I don’t slur my words or sound incomprehensible. I’m more of a stream of consciousness drunk, which is not all that different from my normal speech patterns, hence, I don’t really sound too drunk. But then I pass out and I wake up with a drumline in my head and I consider that perhaps I partook too much. Whoops.
But, I still think that the drunk blogging promised, should take place. I just think that if I manage to drink the right amount (tipsy not trashed) I will forget what I wanted to blog about in the first place. This is quite the conundrum. What ever will I do?
I’m going to the gym, I’ll figure all this out later.
Tootles