Why does sobriety always start with a hang over?

The day started well enough with some weird declaration that I wasn’t going to drink today. No real reason other than my efforts to be economical backfired – I bought the gallon jug of vodka because it is a better price but all it seemed to do was promote more drinking. That said I headed out the door to hit the coffee shop.

I make a point of reading every day, typically at some coffee house. Today was no different except that I returned to one I had sworn off. After boycotting for a few weeks, I decided to go back to my beloved Envie despite yelling at the coffee dude the last time I was there. Seriously, he is a fucking moron. The dumb-asses there don’t like making the friggin’ frappe I always order so they just tell folks they’re out. Out of what, I’d like to know? Out of your dumb fucking mind? (Like yesterday they, the coffee house, “ran out” of iced coffee. Are you fucking kidding me here?) So I tell the guy off . . . he actually comes out of the place after me and states, “I don’t even know you. It’s not personal.”

“I know it’s not personal,” I tell him, “its laziness. You just don’t like making it.” Fucking idiots there are always turning away money. I mean customers.
Anyway, that’s not really my point here so hang in there. So I get my delicious coffee, read and after coffee, the man and I head to Satchamo fest for some eats and music. And where’s our first stop? Why, the margarita booth of course. Mmmm , it was so refreshing. And that’s where it started. The drinking that is.

Close to home and broke ass broke we do the responsible thing: make our own drinks and bring them back to the festival. The music’s great but my favorite of the day was this band of kids in high school. I just get such a kick out of street performers. It’s defiantly one aspect of the city that I love.

AJ stops by for a few drinks and, of course, the drinking continues through the night. Some drunk facebooking, more music, a few more drinks and out comes the gorilla suit. If my neighbors didn’t think we were weird before this, they certainly do now: spot lights, camera and the gorilla photo shoot commences on the front porch. Keep in mind we have an entire back yard with privacy fences and everything but the front stoop, I guess, just seemed more appropriate. A few digitals and an entire roll of black and white 110 (which I’m pretty sure I forgot to take the cap off of so there’s a whole wasted roll of film.)

Who knows what time it was when I finally hit the sack. I do know the man didn’t get around to feeding me so I’m certain that didn’t help the situation. But when I woke up at 7:30, and 10:30, and 12:30 (all little test runs to see if I could move yet; I couldn’t) I was soooo hung over. HUNG OVER!

As I lie there, wishing my head wasn’t pounding, I think maybe I won’t drink today? Of course, I said that yesterday and you can see how well that worked out for me.