Happy Amateur Night!

I don’t feel the pull that some do to get drunk dur­ing the hol­i­days. I’m grate­ful for that. It’s not like I don’t have a lot of emo­tion­al crap come up at this time of year, but I don’t have the same asso­ci­a­tion some do with New Years as THE time to drink. EVERY day was THE time to drink.

Before my ex lived with me, one of her room­mates was one of the Sis­ters of Per­pet­u­al Indul­gence. One time we noticed him around the apart­ment while the Pride Parade was going on a cou­ple blocks away. We asked why he was­n’t off at the cel­e­bra­tion and he said, “hon­ey, I’m gay EVERY day. I don’t need some parade.”

Well, that’s pret­ty much how I saw New Year’s Eve. It was the day when all the light­weights came out and tried to keep up with the real drinkers. It was a time to hang back, pace myself, and still be awake to fix the hair-of-the-dog drinks for the next day’s hang­overs suf­fered by the unprepared.

So have fun every­one! I intend to have good sober fun tonight, no mat­ter where I end up decid­ing to go. You’ll have to fig­ure out your own hang­over remedies.