I quit, not really, I QUIT!
Drinking booze. Geez did I have one hades of a weekend. I had plans, good plans, that were all thrown to the lions when my boyfriend started pouring shots of whiskey on saturday afternoon while we were bbqing (the whiskey was his secret sauce ingredient). I woke up Sunday mid morning and spent the better part of the day shuffling between the bathroom and my bed. Geez! I can handle wine. I can do vodka just fine. But put some whiskey in me and nothing but bad ensues. Whiskey is not my friend. My boyfriend, very seriously yesterday evening said "If we were married, would you be divorcing me?" Cute. No, I'm just kidding, and yes, I would be...lol!
I remember being a college student and poisoning myself with tequilla, but I don't remember it being so miserable. Thank goodness for leftovers or I would have had to cook.
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