I took Brigit out the other night after 3 or 4 glasses of wine. It was 18 degrees and by the time we walked and she did her business and we came back, I felt pretty drunk.
It reminded me of our time in college at the Red Cellar, drinking beer in the winter and then walking home to Boreman Hall or 69 Richwood Avenue (what an address). It would be one of the Mike;s--Lawless or Miano--and Malcolm Alt and sometimes someone else.
We'd feel fine until we stepped out in the freezing temperature.
How we made it home at all is a wonder to me!
A little drunk became staggering, almost falling over drunk.
When I graduated from High School I'd never tasted alcohol. Hard to believe, I know, but I was a 'good boy' and my mother's family were tee-totalers and so, I never drank.
The summer between high school and college I visited my favorite cousin, Mejol, in New Orleans, of all places and she took me to Al Hirt's club and got me throwing up drunk.
I thank her for that. I needed to learn.
I drink only white wine now and sometimes red wine if there is no white.
I drink beer only when either Tim or Josh, beer drinkers both. But I'm a wineo, not a beer drinker or anything 'hard'.
But beware of drinking much of anything and going out into the cold.
Take it from me.
I know a thing or two about that.
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