Punk In Drublic
I recently confirmed that I have a two-drink maximum.
My initiation to Social Spirits was two weeks ago at The Grotto. Great place, but small. Felt like I was in some rich guy's wine cellar rather than a wine bar. But I digress ...
I enjoyed two glasses of fabulous wine over about two and a half hours. I also nursed a glass of water in between the two glasses of wine. Useless. I ended up feeling better than the wine tasted, which was damn good. I was by no means drunk; I'm not that much of a lightweight. But I certainly was packing a fierce buzz. Unfortunately, the friends I was with decided it was quittin' time, and I really needed to get home myself. The problem lied in getting home. I'm uber-paranoid when it comes to driving drunk. Granted, I've never been drunk, so I'm sure it would be hilarious to some for me to be the one to get a DUI. But I wasn't going to risk it. So I sat in my car for about 45 minutes, on the phone with my DH. He thought it was quite funny that I was incapable of coming home, that is, until I pointed out that he was waiting on me to get home to eat dinner ... and he was starving.
Fast forward two weeks to yesterday.
Social Spirits at Mark's Downtown. A much better place with an exponentially better drink selection. I appreciate a great glass of wine, but was in a mixing mood. I order a "fu-fu" drink called a Key Largo Kooler, and it's as though the barkeep poured me a sunset. I make short work of it and chat for about 30 minutes.
I take this moment to go up to a guy I half-recognized from the last Social Spirits and ask where I knew him from. I got his name from his nametag, which made it worse because at that point I knew I knew him, and couldn't pinpoint from where. Worse still, once I asked him, he told me he knew and it took some coercing to get it out of him - we worked for the same company back in 2002/2003. Small world ... be careful which bridges you burn and who you shit on. He didn't fall under that category, but did serve as a reminder.
I decide, hell, the night is young. Another Key Largo Kooler for me! About 30 minutes later I'm slurping the ice at the bottom of an empty glass, and realizing I have no self control. I'm laughing, being perverse and can't stop smiling ... at everyone. Great times, don't get me wrong. But I'm feeling serious deja vous from two weeks prior. Not good. Now at this point a certain someone I won't mention made it clear to someone else I won't mention that I wound up in my car after the last Social Spirits, and I was told not to do that again.
So rather than expose my vulnerability, I stayed later than anticipated to wear it off. This time, I was good and ready to drive home after the evening's festivities. What remained of my buzz was quickly lost while driving through downtown and hitting the highway, windows down, singing with Chris Demakes.
Oh, and anyone who can tell me who that is, without cheating, gets brownie points in my book. Thanks all.
My initiation to Social Spirits was two weeks ago at The Grotto. Great place, but small. Felt like I was in some rich guy's wine cellar rather than a wine bar. But I digress ...
I enjoyed two glasses of fabulous wine over about two and a half hours. I also nursed a glass of water in between the two glasses of wine. Useless. I ended up feeling better than the wine tasted, which was damn good. I was by no means drunk; I'm not that much of a lightweight. But I certainly was packing a fierce buzz. Unfortunately, the friends I was with decided it was quittin' time, and I really needed to get home myself. The problem lied in getting home. I'm uber-paranoid when it comes to driving drunk. Granted, I've never been drunk, so I'm sure it would be hilarious to some for me to be the one to get a DUI. But I wasn't going to risk it. So I sat in my car for about 45 minutes, on the phone with my DH. He thought it was quite funny that I was incapable of coming home, that is, until I pointed out that he was waiting on me to get home to eat dinner ... and he was starving.
Fast forward two weeks to yesterday.
Social Spirits at Mark's Downtown. A much better place with an exponentially better drink selection. I appreciate a great glass of wine, but was in a mixing mood. I order a "fu-fu" drink called a Key Largo Kooler, and it's as though the barkeep poured me a sunset. I make short work of it and chat for about 30 minutes.
I take this moment to go up to a guy I half-recognized from the last Social Spirits and ask where I knew him from. I got his name from his nametag, which made it worse because at that point I knew I knew him, and couldn't pinpoint from where. Worse still, once I asked him, he told me he knew and it took some coercing to get it out of him - we worked for the same company back in 2002/2003. Small world ... be careful which bridges you burn and who you shit on. He didn't fall under that category, but did serve as a reminder.
I decide, hell, the night is young. Another Key Largo Kooler for me! About 30 minutes later I'm slurping the ice at the bottom of an empty glass, and realizing I have no self control. I'm laughing, being perverse and can't stop smiling ... at everyone. Great times, don't get me wrong. But I'm feeling serious deja vous from two weeks prior. Not good. Now at this point a certain someone I won't mention made it clear to someone else I won't mention that I wound up in my car after the last Social Spirits, and I was told not to do that again.
So rather than expose my vulnerability, I stayed later than anticipated to wear it off. This time, I was good and ready to drive home after the evening's festivities. What remained of my buzz was quickly lost while driving through downtown and hitting the highway, windows down, singing with Chris Demakes.
Oh, and anyone who can tell me who that is, without cheating, gets brownie points in my book. Thanks all.
posted by beaner dog at
9:02 PM
1 Comments:
Well, I hope the extra time you spent there was still fun! We really gotta work out a carpool thing for you or something!
You've never been drunk?
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Anonymous, at 7:36 AM, April 20, 2006
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