I also can't believe that Gramma can totally outdrink me any day of the week and twice on Sundays. Yesterday, I hypothesized that maybe I can't drink any more b/c I've been on the graduating-from-grad-school-diet (i.e., eating healthier b/c I have a paycheck now, combined with occasional work-outs) and the smidget of poundage lost helped my body process the ETOH...but then I looked across at tiny Gramma and my hypothesis was thrown out the window. (Gramma is 8-10 pounds less than me and can consume 3x as much wine than me.)
This zero tolerance kind of bites. I can't even be a social drinker for fear that I might unexpectedly faint in public.
On the drive home, I said to bro, "Hey! [BF] is going to Vegas on Thursday ...so, let's go out! I haven't gone out in so long!"
Bro says with his serious big-brother-pensive-look: Hm....
Me: I want to go to a club! I haven't gone in years!
Bro's expression lights up: It's Pride this weekend! We can totally go clubbing!
Me: Oh...I guess....I guess that would be the "safer" thing to do.
Bro: Don't you like it when lesbians hit on you?
At least I'll be sober enough to coherently turn women away...rather than literally turning around and running away from drunk, creepy men. Then again, working with my kiddos has caused my maturity to regress a bit so I just might turn around and run away regardless of whether a male or female approaches!
Back to another Journal Article Summary (same gripe: I thought I was done with these when I graduated! I thought I was done with these last quarter!)
Oh, and I call DD.
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