Two Drink Minimum

Really, it isn't my fault. What else could I do? Grooveva was driving. The Dresden had a two drink minimum once we scored one of the coveted tables (though none of the male species present was man enough to sit down at the extra two chairs and buy us the second drink. Hell, I'd have taken a third -- not that I needed it). So, what else could I do but start with a black russian followed by a mai tai. Yes, I need to develop my drink repetoire a bit more, make it more consistent and sophisticated

I have been feeling a bit like crap all week and swore this weekend I would get rest and go back to treating my body well. So much for that. Despite my earlier raving about the cleansing birthday fast and hike, I think what stuck with me more was the drinking binge the next evening.

So, now, E, it is time for you to hold me accountable to my vow to treat myself better.

Yet, somehow, in the midst of this, I have mastered the headstand, a pose that has always been a bit touch and go for me, with more off days than on. Sadly, at this moment, seated at my computer, the room feels a bit like I am in a headstand.

Well, I hope the NSA doesn't catch wind of this and pass it on to my poor mother, who would be so disappointed in me.