Does anybody like a quitter?

I'm sitting here trying to compose a blog detailing the highlights of this past weekend. The problem is, I can really only come up with one. The knowledge that Red was sick as a dog when she manged to flood my bathroom during a routine shower makes it almost unamusing though.

I guess that brings me to my next point... I think it might be time for me to throw in the towel and put an end to drinking. It's not that I drink all that often, but when I do, I hate myself for weeks after. This past weekend has really gotten me to thinking...might there be enough good reasons to quit completely?

Well.....

1. I'm really no good at drinking in moderation. The way I look at it...it's not healthy in general, beer has lots of calories, so I'm not doing myself a favor to start with. Why waste such a bodily injustice on two or three beers? If I'm going to drink, I'm going to drink a lot. It's got to be worthwhile.

2. Wasting half a weekend being sick is just not my style. I detest work enough to really value those two long-awaited days of freedom at the end of each week. For me, a hangover (and I always get 'em!) takes as much a mental toll as it does a physical toll. Sunday...gone. That's hard to swallow.

3. I think I flirt more when I'm drunk. I don't have many specific memories to back this up but I seem to get a lot more manly attention when I have six or seven beers in me. I realize this could be explained by the men around me also having six or seven beers in them, but I've been told that I encourage it. Gasp! It's harmless and I never take it further than that, so it might not seem like a problem, except that 9 out of 10 times when I'm drunk, my boyfriend is with me. I don't want to hurt him, which brings me to my next point....

4. I kick Chuck when I'm drunk. Hard kicks. Kicks that leave bruises. They are typically accompanied by senseless shouting accusations. These are the horrible, hurtful words that only come from mouth when my beer breath can be smelled from twenty paces.

5. I can't really look my neighbors in the eye anymore.

6. The temptation of drunk blogging is hard to resist. See previous post...