With drinking, that is. No, don't try to talk me out if if just because it improves my personality. (It improves yours too, y'know.)
I just can't do it anymore, my people. It's time to throw the towel in on casual drinking. And heavy drinking.
I am not a beer swiller, so hanging up my red solo cup is just fine with me.
Every time I have ever done shots, I want to be shot out of a cannon at the onset, but feel like I have BEEN shot the next morning.
But wine...I love her. Especially in red. Especially from Oregon. But wine is like a frenemy; nice to my face but kissing my boyfriend behind my back. I have been told it is called RWH (red wine headache; Google it, yo) but it gets me in every color.
So, that has basically left me with vodka, which I pronounce 'Wodka' when I drink it, because by three I am walking and talking like a Russian mail-order bride.
Wodka has been ok as of late, dressed as a Moscow Mule. Wodka, lime and ginger beer dressed in a copper mug. It feels like summer every day. Yum.
But even Wodka has turned on me, making me have a headache almost immediately. Tsk...Just like the others. Wah.
So go on, booze hounds; live it up. I'll drive your drunk asses home.