almost drunk

Kind of scary, huh?

After puking out the window of the Suburban on Sat. night, one would think I would know better. Clearly, one would think WRONG. Just went for Mexican with Joe, and had one kick-ass Texas margarita. How'd they learn to make 'em so good there, hmm?

Okay, I'm making a bad impression, I feel sure. This is only my second post in one day and I sound like a lush. Let me qualify. I've puked from a drunk only 3 times in my life, and all of them post 32 years of age (is that a good thing, or just rather pathetic? I'm really not sure.) I drink more now that I'm supposedly married and responsible for stepchildren as well as myself. (not really a ringing character recommendation). Okay, so how's this? I've been pretty pissed at my husband for a while, so getting drunk was preferable to getting into it with him tonight, even though he's so passive-aggressive it might never have happened (he'd just pretend to agree with me now and get even in some inconspicuous, insidious way later.)

I don't even sound like myself. Is this what happens when you start a new blog on the edge of intoxication? I'm thinking of dragging old entries from other sites into this one, but I'm not sure I want to spend the money to maintain this one yet (much less the time). I guess it's the old dilemma--I rarely get any comments or interaction with these things, so why waste my effort? It has to be all about me--just a secure place to bitch and moan without much fear of my family finding my rants.

But at least I'm writing, a good thing and a positive change (even if my attitude isn't always). Now if only I could fully open my eyes....