Y2 D84

I know dear readers that my life is oh so much more gratifying for you to read about when I am not at my best behavior. Boring nights don't make for such good fun, now do they? Well, you will enjoy this one then...

I just got home at 4:13am. On a Tuesday/Wednesday. And it's now 5, and I have to be back at work, 38 miles from here in 2 hours. See? Fun times, fun times.

I will say this -- I am actually ok with getting home at this time, because for once I made the smart, legal, and right decision. My buddy who hosts the secret cafes had one last night. WONDERFUL food. Braised pork, beef cheek pibril, watermelon with chocolate popsicles -- outstanding food.

Me? Two bottles of champagne and 1/2 bottle of absinthe from 4 until about 11. I went to get in my car around 11 to drive home, knowing full well it was a bad decision. I made it two blocks and decided screw it, I would rather look like an idiot than go to jail. Out of all the things I need, a DUI is not one of them. If I was drunk enough to know better than to drive, than I was pretty drunk. I turned around and went back to my friend's house. I told him straight up, I am too fucked up to drive, sorry about this, but just stick me in a chair and let me sleep it off. I slept from 11:30 to 3:30 then headed home. They don't know I am gone as they didn't go to bed until 2 something. Yes, they were great about turning on the lights. :) Hell, I don't care - I didn't go to jail, I am able to go to work in clean clothes not smelling of jail or booze, and I am actually not too bad this morning.

Was drinking on a weeknight a smart thing? No, but I didn't make the situation worse by making drinking and jail on a weeknight.

With age comes wisdom? I hope so. Tonight however by contrast, I am going to bed at like 6:30.