Hindsight

Jello shots. Beer. Smirnoff Ice Triple Blacks. Vanilla-Vodka shots. Last Saturday seemed to break my super sobriety and a good time was had by all. I saw a lot of faces I hadn’t talked to [in person] for quite some time, and being a little off kilter didn’t seem to hurt. Laughs and such. It got so wacky that Jon, one of my former coworkers, was practicing his martial arts skills with others. A sort of mini Fight Club if you will. But never violent.

Kidding. Maybe? Entertaining nonetheless.

Maybe I am getting too old, or maybe my drinking habits were more sensible when I was in Japan. The hangover the following morning was not very forgiving. In fact a mild headache accompanied my Sunday for the rest of the afternoon until I decided to give into a geltab of Advil.

Prior to all of this madness, I had dinner with Linda at a TGIFriday’s she spotted off the street as we drove through Brea for something to fill up on before the mingling. It was nice. Chat and good food, Jack Daniel’s steak for me. It was a good night to splurge. That Saturday night was probably the start of a brighter week, which seems to be happening now.