Yesterday (Friday), one of my young co-workers was raving about how and she and a friend were going out of town this weekend and where they were going, there was a bar where if you got in the door by a certain time and paid a certain cover charge, you could "drink free" all night, including expensive stuff. She was totally psyched about it. I tried to remember a time when I was so stoked about getting drunk.

As the day went on, I kept thinking how long it's been since I've had a drink. By the time it was time to go home, I decided I wanted to have a nice cold drink. I stopped at the gas station to fill up my car and popped inside for a beer. no, no, my gas station doesn't have a bar. They do, however, sell beer. (I didn't feel like buying all of the fixings to make one cocktail, my usual preferred adult beverage.)

You know you're getting old when you stand there calculating the least expensive way to "get a buzz". I could have bought one bottle of beer or two (which is all I wanted) but a 6 pack was cheaper.

I came home, made some dinner, checked email, did some blopping, watched some tv and then cracked open a cold one when the new MONK episode came on. I drank it pretty quickly and it almost immediately started to burn my insides. I didn't feel like drinking any more, watched Monk and felt a little sick to my stomach (not because of the show but because of the beer.) and then drank some water and went to bed as soon as PSYCH was over.

I woke up this morning with a headache and feeling sick. ONE BEER. ONE.

This old body just can't handle it anymore.

Wonder if I can sell 5 unused beers on eBay? :)