But ever since I got smashed on Tequila on my Birthday, I haven't been able to keep any liquor down, which made me puke neon green that one time I drank two lime Breezers and nine green shots in a row. Fancy as fuck, right? But yesterday I drank wine, and I now understand what growing up really means. It means ruining your body with hard liquor while your still young, and then moving over to wine when you can't take any more.
(Or Margaritas when your 60, which sounds like a reasonable life goal.)
But wine isn't as bad as I thought, it got me giggling and dancing alone in the living room to Elvis. For a good 15 to 20 minutes at least. Wine also got me a free pancake at the pancake place by our apartment. Let's just say I've been there before. Now I will go back to lying on the couch again. Maybe make some pancakes of my own.