29/30: RUI
29/6/13 19:44![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
darkemeraldsHere's something you don't see every day: a drunk post from darkemeralds.
Okay, not, like, super drunk. After the stupidly annoying Saturday I had to spend at work today (two hours that turned into seven), I rode home in the 90 degrees (dear Phoenix and Las Vegas: I'm not complaining! Really!), then had to put every garment I had on into the laundry basket, take a cold shower, and re-do myself in order to go meet my sis for dinner.
I ordered a drink when I got there. "Gin 'n' Juice" was the homey name of the delectable cocktail that tasted of lime, grapefruit, rosemary and...um...something else yummy. Then I ordered another one.
I'm a cheap date. Two drinks and I'm ridiculous. My sister, a long-recovering alcoholic with a keen eye for "problems" was probably beginning to have doubts about my being the immune family member.
But you know what? It was fun. I talked more readily about more things than I usually do, and it probably doesn't hurt me to over-share a bit with my own sister. Right?
I slowly pedaled the ten or so blocks home on traffic-free back streets. Which, okay, Riding Under the Influence. Inadvisable but not the end of the world. And I did combine the gin with positively prodigious amounts of delicious dinner.
Note to self: balance, locomotion and control are pretty much autonomic: the problem is judgment at intersections.
Home without incident. Now for an evening of dumb TV and knitting. And hydration.
darkemeralds. Okay, not, like, super drunk. After the stupidly annoying Saturday I had to spend at work today (two hours that turned into seven), I rode home in the 90 degrees (dear Phoenix and Las Vegas: I'm not complaining! Really!), then had to put every garment I had on into the laundry basket, take a cold shower, and re-do myself in order to go meet my sis for dinner.
I ordered a drink when I got there. "Gin 'n' Juice" was the homey name of the delectable cocktail that tasted of lime, grapefruit, rosemary and...um...something else yummy. Then I ordered another one.
I'm a cheap date. Two drinks and I'm ridiculous. My sister, a long-recovering alcoholic with a keen eye for "problems" was probably beginning to have doubts about my being the immune family member.
But you know what? It was fun. I talked more readily about more things than I usually do, and it probably doesn't hurt me to over-share a bit with my own sister. Right?
I slowly pedaled the ten or so blocks home on traffic-free back streets. Which, okay, Riding Under the Influence. Inadvisable but not the end of the world. And I did combine the gin with positively prodigious amounts of delicious dinner.
Note to self: balance, locomotion and control are pretty much autonomic: the problem is judgment at intersections.
Home without incident. Now for an evening of dumb TV and knitting. And hydration.
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6/10/13 21:25 (UTC)True on more than one level!
I'm glad your sister is far enough along that she has no issue with you drinking in front of her. I can't do that (yet). My brother and sister have issue with me even having Listerine in the house. *sigh*
Anyway - sounds like a fun evening, and I'm glad you got home in one piece.
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7/10/13 04:21 (UTC)Both of my sisters are in their 20s in "sobriety years" so the presence of alcohol at the table no longer bothers them. We didn't live in the same town back when they got sober, so I'm not sure how it was in their early days, but from what I understand, for a lot of people it does get better.