The Evening Ahead

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I can hear my mother now. It'll be in the form of a voice mail because she'll call far too early on a Sunday morning. "Stacy Ann (she hasn't quite adjusted to the new spelling), I know you like to drink and I know you like to write, but did you have to post THAT blog last night???? Please cut back on your drinking and please, please don't post ANYTHING until you've sobered up and re-read it in the morning!!" I've gotten this voice mail so many times over the years that I assume she has it recorded and simply pushes a button when my phone prompts her to leave a message. Several things could happen to ensure that I never again get this voice mail - 1. I can stop posting blogs written while drinking, 2. I can tell my mother to stop reading my blogs, 3. I can stop writing while drinking, or 4. I can stop drinking. I can tell you that #2 is never going to happen (it would beg far too many questions for her and make her want to read them even more; she'd assume I was writing porn or something equally horrific). And honestly, I haven't done #1 or #3 in a very long time. I've made a valiant attempt at #4, but apparently my efforts haven't amounted to enough because I'm still drinking.

Today, though, I have my computer back and I haven't written in so long. Plus it's a holiday weekend. Plus I was really craving sweet tea flavored vodka. So what it's only 4:30pm? It's almost "5:00" right here in Austin, Texas. Besides, who in the Hell is going to stop me? My roommates? Eh, they both just laughed at me when I offered them a drink. So, I'm going to enjoy an evening of drinking and writing. We'll just have to see what I post. We will also have to see how I feel in the morning. I sincerely hope I stop short of hungover. I would very much like to be able to feel my hands tomorrow (my last hangover, one of the Top 5 EVER, left me unable to feel my hands...and stand up without waves of nausea).

Tomorrow I'll get back to not drinking. I truly have cut back, but since discovering Firefly Sweet Tea flavored Vodka while on vacation in Alabama, I've been craving it. So I decided to give in today. What's it going to hurt? I'm home and plan to stay here. Well, except that I could really use a lemon. I may have to run to the store before too long. In the meantime, I'm going to entertain myself with a little music from my iTunes and by writing some of the words in my head. Maybe my mom will sleep in and not realize what I've been up to. I so hate getting that voice mail.

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If you have not tried Sweet Tea flavored Vodka, I highly recommend it.

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