Golly, I just arrived home, and proceeded immediately to
-turn up heat
-give dog chew stick
-close kitchen window
-open bottle of wine
-turn on computer
-open bag of potato chips
-turn on radio
Why, yes, it has been a shitty week. Why, yes, I plan on getting drunk tonight. Actually, I was debating it, because… I got drunk last night. Oops, it was only Thursday.
Every once in a while, I like to get a little smashed at home. The worst thing that happened last night was that I
-made spaghetti
-did two loads of laundry
-cleaned the kitchen
-emptied and reloaded the dishwasher
-tidied the house
…and then accompanied my husband to the grocery store (hic!) (HE drove) because I wanted some Nanaimo bars (damn that other thread). I ate Nanaimo bars and went to bed.
Of course, I didn’t want to get up this morning and go to work, but that was my own damned fault for having my Tipsy Night a night early.
A thing or two for when you do decide it’s bender time…
Drink a beer (or whatever poison)…drink some water…repeat. The body needs a lot of water to deal with the alcohol and you can avoid dehydration the next morning by drinking water as you go. 1:1 would be ideal but whatever.
Drink water before you go to bed. If you’re bent, drink as much water as you can without having to hurl.
Shine on, you crazy diamond! (I kid, because I love.)
Hokay. Reporting back as promised. I’ve had, uh, four? glasses of wine. I feel pretty good, but then I’m no neophyte like Friend Knead. I had a couple friends over for dinner and whipped up some chicken and fettuccini in Thai peanut sauce, with white wine. To drink. We had . . . rats, I have to go get the bottles out of the recycling . . . one moment . . . La Crema Chardonnay (this was the one open in my fridge), then a Villla Maria New Zealand Savuvignon Blanc, which they brought and frankly I didn’t love; and then a bottle of Conundrum, which is my favorite white. Two and a half bottles isn’t a ton for three people, right? They just went home.
This is the kind of evening I like, if I’m not going out, which I really don’t do a whole lot anymore. Friends and food and wine, I’m feeling fine but not smashed, I’ll still be in bed at a decent hour, not hung over or sick tomorrow, and no chance that I’ll be arrested for any variety of bad behavior. All that’s missing is someone to smooch on, but I guess I can’t ask for everything.
Buy ice cream, premium, your favorite flavor. When you get home, turn on your favorite tv or radio channel – loud. Get directly into the Straight Dope pages. Call a friend, or call your mother (she cares). If you’ve a cat, pet it; if not, borrow one. Just do something.
Hell, I’m almost drunk now, and I’m considering drunkposting in the Mafia thread. Against my better judgment. We shall see what happens. My husband is luring me from the board with a Netflix movie and some Diet Coke. We all know what happens when I get really crazy and post drunk (or at least a few of you do, because it happened in December). :eek:
Hey, bbs2k, I’m in Boston, too (technically Cambridge. Who gives a damn.). I’m honored to do your drinking for you (in addition, of course to my own). Wow, I think this is my first drunk post. Anyway, a shout out to you and all the other 3rd shift workers. I’ve worked the overnight, and so did my dad, and people don’t appreciate how much work gets done while they’re sleeping. Whew, I better stop this post while I’m ahead. (I am ahead, aren’t I?)
It all ended up OK. I’ve still got about two shots left of that bottle of brandy, though…it’s sitting right here, tempting me. I’m thinking I’ll save it for a special occasion, and I’ll make sure to document it when I do.
Hey, with all the offers of virtual sharing of inebriation, can we say that this is one of the cases where you can “drink alone” and NOT be “by yourself”?
(I kid, because I love.)