Saturday, April 01, 2006
Make that a Cold One
I was never a drinker. Ask my friends from college how often I went on tri-weekly trips out to the bar. Rarely. Partly my ADD induced fear of sitting or standing in one place for hours, partly my dislike of all tastes alcohol. I just wasn't a drinker.
That is until now. I haven't drank in over two and a half years. I took a few sips once, but really, I haven't had a single drink since February 2004. I got pregnant, so I didn't drink, and then I was on the zoloft, so I still didn't drink. For some strange, unexplicable reason, I wanted a beer the other night. Me, beer? Yes, beer. And yes, sad but true, it was a Miller Lite.
But it was.....it was......Good....
I was shocked, I was drunk, I forgot about my stress, my anxiety, heck! I forgot about my manners and proceeded to say vulgar things to Paul's new girlfriend. I was uncouth, bad-mannered and foul, or at least I imagined myself to be in the moment. We all had fun.
And you know what? From now on, I'd like to play Bree Van De kamp, the secretly drinking desperate housewife at least once a week.
Anyone up for a cold one?
(Calm down....I'm joking. But I do like beer now)