Responsible Gin

I'm Courtney and I'm a Blog-Aholic.

I came to a conclusion at about 5 this morning when I awoke to find all of my clothes still on, my eyes on fire from desert like contacts, and the faint smell of gin leaking from my pores. To me this seems rather normal, however, when I got up, instead of regretting the final gin cocktail, I chuckled to myself wondering who turned my lights off and my fan on. (Thank God for younger sisters). The problem I ran into after consuming a gallon of water and reminiscing about my evening was not that I became too intoxicated to take off my own pants, but rather I was thinking about how I could fit this into blog format.

I was pleased to set a good example and elated to know that I chose to drink to excess in a responsible manner. I actually kept it quite tasteful and paced myself. The downfall came when my sister called and offered to pick me up. Almost immediately my drink was full and I was safely on my way to Hammered-Ville.

After arriving home thanks to the 17 year old sister who relieved me from my bad habits, I decided it was a fine idea to make a phone call. Sadly, the person on the receiving end of the line did not care to hear about my responsible drinking. Shortly after that, my sister has just informed me that I passed out- one foot on the floor, one arm above my head, definitely drunk-passing-out-pose!

The most exciting part of my shenanigans is that currently I am sitting around drinking coffee and am headache/ hangover free. I was positive that aging and excessive drinking did not go hand in hand, yet I have been proved wrong- and I like these results!

So even though I have apparently matured, it's obvious not by much because here I am ranting and raving about a drunken escapade like I'm a freshman in college! The only thing this blog needs is a self important "Myspace" pic.

Cheers