Country boy should be here any minute actually. He's coming up to spend the weekend here. I may not even get to finish this post since he literally will be here any minute.
I got stopped for speeding Friday before last, twice. Once in Yamhill for 42 in a 25. Got a lecture from a dickhead cop about how could I not have seen the speed limit sign. He wrote me a ticket. Less than an hour later a State Trooper stopped me on 26. He was very nice about the whole thing. He told me to do him a favor, and "slow down hon." I had no choice since he pulled out in front of me and I had to follow him the rest of the way into Seaside.
After that fabulous trip, I finally made it to Seaside and the girls poured me a drink, then another, and another, and then we walked to a bar and I had another. Normally that is not a big deal but the second 'and another' was champagne and dinner had been a Reese's Fast Break. I spent an hour on the bathroom floor paying homage to the porcelain bathtub god and slept on the floor directly in front of the open patio door.
I'm so proud. No, not really. I know better. Eat before you drink. Don't mix alcohol types. Take the time to stop at the store and make sure drinks I know I can drink all night are available. Never said I knew better than to drink to oblivion, I just know how to do it better.
And no, he's not here yet.
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