Monday Again Already?

• Nights Out Drinking This Past Weekend: 2 out of 2
• Days Spent Recovering This Past Weekend: 2 out of 2

But it's okay, because I had a good time... and we all know how I like my sleep, so "recovering" for me was more like a pasttime than a chore. This little affinity I have for BEER that is reemerging could be a potential problem because, once again, I do not like plain "light" beer -- I like the heavier, darker stuff, the ales and the lagers. You know, the fattening stuff. I think that all came about when I would go and stay in Breckenridge, CO when we had a place out there, and my dad and I would sample all of the microbrews. Then, going to to Prague and having heavier beer there, well, that didn't help either. ;)

Let's see... on Friday night a bunch of us met up at a local bar and just drank for no good reason other than it was, umm, Friday? Watching young Mr. Willis make the most of his gin & tonics and begin the arduous task of leaving drunk voicemails to friends who were not present was well worth the free price of admission, I think. [Note: apparently anyone who has a monthly tab at a particular bar of $600 or more HAS EVERY RIGHT TO BE BEHIND THE BAR!!! Then again, that doesn't take long when you order $28 crab cakes and suck the gin well dry... but if it ever comes up, now you know...]

Saturday night we went to an engagement party/fish fry for some friends and were forced (kicking & screaming -- ha!) to drink more beer and eat more fried goodness. It was great to see so many people that I have not seen in forever and/or only see on special occasions because they no longer live here or for whatever reason (like the picure @ right of me w/ one of my very favorite people in the entire world, my friend Leigh)...

It rained like a son-of-a-bitch right before the party, which left it muddy, but at least it let up in time to eat & drink!!! Plus, I'd worn my big ol' clunky boots in anticipation of said rain (with my chic-as-can-be embroidered jeans that I love, love, love, just to give you fashionistas out there something to picture in your heads), so I cared not... And I think it's fair to say that the groom-to-be had a pretty good time himself by night's end, despite the mud (see picture @ left). It's amazing what a little alcohol can do... :)

After all of that, I took a day of rest on Sunday. Really, I had no choice -- my body made the decision on its own and told me what I was going to do.

Oh, and is THIS what Pavlov meant by "positive reinforcement"? Hmmm...