July 11, 2010

Not As Young As I Used To Could

This weekend was Girl's Night Out, with some of my oldest and dearest friends. There is nothing like being in the company of someone who has known you since childhood, all the good, the bad, the bangs, the New Kids on the Block:) I think girlfriends just have a way of taking all the pressure and anxiety away and reassuring you that all is well with the world, even when it may not be. We six have some history, and so we set out to paint the town. We were low key, and enjoying the beautiful outside bars of downtown, when at our last stop, someone said, "Hey, we forgot to do a shot". Curses. Worse yet, it was me, what the? My drinking skillz are quite diminutive since yesteryear. Usually two is my limit. As I had doubled my limit, the sinister suggestion spewed out. (By the way, I discovered how old I am, usually black it out, but was reminded my mid thirties were fast approaching...then reassured I could be 29 for life, whew) The waitress brought some shots, which were Cranberry juice, peach schnapps, and Jagermiester. I'm sure it had some obscene name to go with it, but I don't remember it, as I was dumbfounded at the sheer size of it. I’m sure I’ve drank my fair share of them in my younger days. Now that IS my beer on the left and that's NO shot glass on the right. AND...I had already forced down a few sips before I decided to take a picture so I could regale my story as fact and not a tall drunken tale. The waitress had no explanation for us...had someone asked for a double? She reassured us no, and said its like buy one get one free. Well, when we're talking BOGO, I'll take that on shoes, diapers, organic produce, anything but a headache in a too tall glass! Well, suffice it to say, I eventually nursed that mother lover to the end, to my beer's dismay. We all caught the train and made it home safe and sound. The next morning brought an extreme headache and regret, oh the regret. So to my sista's, love to you....shot, no love for you, I'm not as young as I used to could.

Oh, and even when I could, I couldn't... and am pretty darn certain I shouldn't have....

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