That maniac was me.
Have you ever noticed that the light, the morning after is all fuzzy?
Oh wait… that’s my contacts that I forgot to take out!
Went over to some new friends house last night.
It’s been a while since I was… well drinking and more than a little tipsy.
Last night I exceeded my personal drink & drive limit by at least three or four drinks.
This morning Coffee is the elixir of the gods.
I’d walked where I was going so driving wasn’t remotely going to be an issue.
I know there is some regulation about being drunk in public, however walking while intoxicated doesn’t have quite the same legal, moral, ethical, or dangerous consequences as driving while intoxicated.
Walking under the influence, just means the journey is uhhh, more interesting!
No matter how plastered I am, I’m typically not one of those loud sloppy obnoxious guys. Well, not any more than usual…
I also remember pretty much everything the next day.
So in that strange fuzzy light of morning…
The Blackmail can begin!
I had a really great time, nice conversation and let my hair down a little. Then I did the typical Southern thing… I came home drunk and screwed. Hey you can take the boy out of the South, but you can’t take the South out of the boy.
I knew I was at my house because my key fit in the lock and the dogs recognized me. So I didn’t screw anyone that I wasn’t supposed to.
Wait… when did we get a new couch?
Now off to get the chores and other stuff done.