Never Quite So Drunk
Don’t ask me why, but the other night when my daughter stayed over here, my snookey and I were sucking back beer like it was going out of style.
I guess since I drink lite beer, it didn’t have as much an effect on me as it had on him – or perhaps because he switched to vodka after he was out of beer, it had a more profound effect on him.
Needless to say, that he was quite the sight in the morning. I think he was still quite drunk.
He was going out to the store (to buy my daughter cigarettes since she was all out) but he was getting dressed the wrong way. He had his sweatshirt on backwards and he was trying to pull on another sweatshirt as a pair of pants. I watched him for a while and then I told him that the sweatshirt wasn’t pants.
He was out and he called us to ask how she takes her coffee, to which I told him that he wasn’t getting coffee, he was supposed to be getting cigarettes, but he couldn’t find any place to get them.
He got back home and I decided that I would go to the store instead – helluva lot safer and faster. As a matter of fact I probably shouldn’t have let him near the car (especially since it was my car first), but at the time I just thought he was still half asleep and would wake out of it, I wasn’t thinking that he was drunk. Now I think I know the difference.
Anyway, he went to couch and stayed there until 11:30. I started cooking up a weekend brunch and he got up to eat that. Then he laid out on the couch and slept til about 3:30, whereupon I asked him if he planned to spend any of the day awake. He told me he hadn’t been sleeping, but I also told him that I heard him snoring from the computer room, so that foiled that little white lie.
All this just says that I guess old people can’t drink. I know he used to be able to pack ‘em away, but not now.
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Female, taken, fire, Sagittarius, Monkey, Toronto, two kids, one grandson, IT.
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is the new 30. I want the world to close their mouths when they’re eating or chewing gum. If they don’t, I want to elbow them in the face.
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