Tipsy

Well it is Tuesday night, but feels like a Thursday, as thank fuck we get Thursday and Friday off for American thanksgiving. Halle-fucking-lujah! Praise Buddha, praise baby Jesus, praise Mohammed and G-d Himself. It feels like a Thursday as I have had a few beverages too many and can take solace in the fact that nothing I do at work tomorrow morning will have any lasting impact (well, hopefully). I need not be coherent or even semi-coherent, and I have (obviously) used this to my advantage by pounding back several Black Velvet's in quick succession. To the uninitiated, the Black Velvet is the beguiling sweet yet bitter combination of cider and Guiness (one of the most beloved beverages in the world). It revolts newbies yet thrills everyone else. Try it at your own risk.

I am at this very second torn between confiding the thoughts that are racing Schumacher-like through my head, and...well, not confiding them. Evidently I am not confiding them, but let me tell you friend, it is tempting. The reckless, alcohol-fueled portion of my mind says, go nuts, let it all out. The responsible yet fast-relinquishing-control portion says, get a hold of yourself you fucking lunatic. No more drunken raves and rants.

Alas, I have always listened to the sensible part of my brain and will do so again. Something tells me I will be happy about this in the morning.

G'nite people. Be well. Have a great long weekend if you have one. If not, HAHAHAHA. Suckers.