I drink. Heavily sometimes. I think I can hold my liquor pretty well. I take a lot of pride in the fact that you can’t usually tell I’m drunk until I fall flat on my face. I think it’s genetic. Most times I stick to beer or tequila and I am able to gauge my buzz as I go. Unfortunately this is not the case when I am drinking wine. I can’t feel it usually well into the second bottle, by then its way too late and I am the spitting image of Jeff Richards character “Drunk Girl” on SNL. I’m not sure why every once in a while I still drink wine maybe its something I will figure out in some future AA meeting. I can say though that last night I was able to stop at one bottle (all that was in the house) and I will never do that again. Sometimes it’s just best to drink until you pass out. Even in my dream life I make the worst possible decisions. But just in case my dreams are prophetic and anybody wanted to fix me up with a guy in a house arrest ankle bracelet those things are really annoying and I’m really not that desperate. Yet.