Every Friday evening several families on our street gather at a neighbor's house a few doors down and enjoys our weekly Happy Hour. It's become a tradition and we share new recipes (for both drink and food), iPod playlists and lots and lots of laughs.
Many nights, I barely remember walking home, which isn't a source of pride for me, just a simple fact.
Last night, while I do recall leaving, I hardly remember sitting at this computer composing my blog for the day. Rereading what I wrote this morning was painful and embarrassing.
Drunk blogging, or drogging as I'll now officially call it, is absolutely ridiculous!
I'd like to apologize for all of the times I drog, both past and future and just hope that some of what I write makes any sense at all.
Day 6 of being 40 doesn't feel so bad. I slept until 8:30 and then went and worked out. I even swam some laps, which felt great on my lower back.
I'm hoping for some delicious nachos tonight and possibly a trip to the bookstore.
Today I'm finding forty to be nice.
With sober sentiments,
K
In 2010, I turned 40 and spent a great part of that year figuring out some serious stuff in my life. Newly 42, I'm still on the path of discovery but feel I've come quite far. This tiny space is my save haven, one of the only places I can come to work through my worries, fears, exaltations, and endeavors. Thank you to those who've helped me along the way and those of you who stop by to read my crazy thoughts. Enjoy!
Now I'm mad. :)
ReplyDeleteDrunk blogging is where it's at. Dare you say otherwise!
:)
ReplyDeleteI can't say that I've drunk blogged, drogged, but it may happen soon. I'm in desperate need of a few drinks which I'll most likely have on my own.