Closet Extremist

I'm bein' bad.

Here I sit, on a weeknight, and I'm enjoying a drop of the "Old Kentucky". I had some last night as well. "What's that?" you say. "An alchy who is drinking something he has professed against on a forbidden night? Obviously he is a charlatan who will transgress again and again, and his evil will bring down this great country of ours." Or, what have you.

The honest truth is: I just had some left over from my weekend bottle. I got it on Friday evening, but then I went directly to the local showing of Serenity. During the program, my roommate's cell-phone rang twice, and then mine went off. Upon completion of the film, I checked my voicemail, and it was from an ex-coworker of Steven and myself. Dave was down at our favorite watering hole, and was looking for us to come on out there and keep company with him. Well it's been weeks and weeks since "unemployed boy" and I had set foot in there, so it was determined that a little bar time was in order. (That and the euphoria of coming away from a really cool movie.) When it was time to leave, I ordered myself a double-bourbon on the rocks. I enjoyed it quite a lot, and then waited for the appointed outcome. A couple of coffee's later, I came on home, and had a few of my own.

Saturday was spen down at the Texas Roadhouse. I watched the Vol's win, and the Cubs triumph. I was offerred some Maker's Mark for my company at that venue, and was unashamed at taking it. After an afternoon's drinking, I was ready to come on back to the house and get blistered, but I can only manage one booze to the ratio of my beers. Therefore, I had a little of the good stuff left over.

It's not been detrimental to me, amd I've not gone overboard. I don't care what you say...That's progress.