I’ve been so productive over the last few days. Painted my bedroom, cleaned out my closet, and gone through a bag full of mail that I’ve ignored for a couple months.
Then I went to Sent Sovi for bbum’s continued birthday. Sadly, this required showering and putting on clothes that I hadn’t been wearing for days.
Because of the extrodinary effort I had put forth for dinner, I decided to go out after. So I went to my new favorite Irish pub for a pint of Guinness.
I paid the bartender for the pint because I would not be staying for more than that one. Then the bartender decided he and I would do a shot of whiskey.
Then the guys beside me decided I would do another. I traded it for another Guinness.
And now, three drinks later, I’m home at 2 am.
I guess it is vacation.
Posted by John McLellan on December 29, 2009 at 8:06 am
It’s sad, how quickly the idea of a “quick pint” and an “early evening” turn into “pass the aspirin” at 8am. Personally, my liver hates me.