Ohhh sweet Jeeeeezus.
Yep. It’s Friday night in my world. Which means that the night might very well start and end with icecream-onset diabetes.
Not too long ago, my collegiate Friday nights were devoted to more substantiative endeavors; like shotgunning the most beers in 60 seconds, or dominating a round of flipcup, or just plain taking advantage of every sweet-faced guy that crossed my path. Cougar.
Living in “the real world” does a number on your priorities. I don’t do wild nights anymore. Truth be told, I’d like to. It’s not like I woke up one day and decided that I was too old for monkey bizness. I’m just too tired. It’s such a hassle! College was a cocoon; you could fuck up all you wanted and still be pretty safe about it. But now? Forget it. People are dangerous. Add alcohol to the mix and we are all a bunch of ER patients waiting to happen. Plus, I live far away from where the “action” is in Dallas, so I have to drive. And anyone out there who’s ever ridden in a car with me knows that I am (admittedly) the WORLD’S WORST DRIVER. So, that’s just one more hassle to add to the pile of hassles.
Anyway, what was my point? Oh yeah. Tonight I was two-shakes away from putting on my PJs and calling it a night when TB managed to lure me to Dali for a much needed wine fix. Ahhhhh Dali. They’re so generous with the samplings that I can pretty much get drunk off pretending to swirl wine in my mouth. Then we went to Tei-An for some Japanaction, but it was kind of dead, so I begged off and puttered home.
Now time to end the night properly. Bowls.
