I don't drink. There's a good reason for it and maybe one day I'll tell you why. But alcohol has not touched these bee-stung lips for oodles of years now.
But not drinking – and being rather militant about it (for me, not for anyone else) – makes me a very boring gal at parties. I'm the designated driver, the one who doesn't "get" the joke, the person who moves away when people breathe alcoholic fumes in my face. I am not excessively warm and fuzzy when people are wayyy over their limit. I'd rather not be around them.
In addition, there are just so many things I can eat (safely) that it's better if I don't take anyone's word that "it's pure vegan, low carb, gluten-free, I promise." Seriously, there are loads of things I can eat; you just don't find many of them at a party.
New Year's Eve?
I am the worst kind of date/guest. I am yawning by 10:00 PM, thinking longingly of my bed by 10:30, and by 11:00 wondering if I can sneak out without being seen.
Tonight, I will do what I love to do. I'll cuddle up on my chaise and read or watch TV. Fireworks will occasionally wake Flash and cause him to bark in sleepy staccato rhythm. If I'm lucky, I'll make it to midnight. That's as exciting as I'll get.
How about you?
Warmest fuzzies to you all and Happy New Year!
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December 31, 2011 04:11
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