A Mid-Week Drunk

I’ve noticed a recent trend: I drink on Wednesdays. Nothing bad, mind you. But enough of Bombay Sapphire to get the Quad a little toasted. Knowhatimean? In the past, I normally reserve my gin for when I am grilling. Why? Because there is nothing better than being outside, grilling, watching the Pook, and drinking gin, baby.

So here I am at 12:15, midweek, drunk, and writing. Not sure why, but for some reason I am finding great pleasure in writing while I am drunk. Maybe it’s because I know that basically, I have one day left in the work week. Or maybe it’s because I know that even though I have to “work” tomorrow, I don’t have to teach. I mean, hell, I AM having breakfast/coffee with one of our VPs tomorrow before I go “in.” maybe it’s because next Thursday, the 26th I am having lunch with the “founder” of the company that Jake works for (don’t worry Jake. I have you covered, dude). Or maybe it’s just because I subconsciously derive great pleasure from 1) drinking gin and 2) writing after I DO drink gin.

Who knows, and who the hell cares. I don’t know what is worse, though: me writing after drinking or YOU reading what I have written in hopes that I will say something terribly stupid, incriminating, or enlightening.

I guess it depends on your perception, interpretation.