Last night was basically a waste. I finally figured out that what I wanted was to just sit and talk to someone. Elektroschock isn’t really conducive to that sort of thing.
Alcohol is not my friend anymore. I started with a long island iced tea, and it might as well have been Nestea. I asked the bartender what one drinks when a long island doesn’t work. She was at a loss. I settled on a martini, which also failed to have any discernable effect.
Oh yes, the martini. Listen up, youngsters: A classic martini consists of gin and a little dry vermouth, garnished with an olive or two. That’s gin, as in a spirit made from the distillation of white grain spirit and juniper berries. If I want a vodka martini, I will ask for a frigging vodka martini. And if I want a glass of gin, I will ask for that too. None of this “show the gin a bottle of vermouth” business. What’s the world coming to when bartenders can’t be relied upon to make a martini without assistance?
Wine is now my enemy. Two glasses Friday night and I couldn’t keep my eyes open past 11PM. Then I slept for 10 hours, which I assure you I didn’t need. I hate the way I feel when I get too much sleep. I’m laying off wine for awhile. I prefer to be awake for my innebriation, thank you very much.
Today: hiking, if we can fit it in after the Lad’s soccer game. I’ll be happy when soccer season’s over. Of course, by then it will be too late in the year for many of the weekend outings that soccer interferes with. Grr.