There are some days that all I want to do is write and continuously think of clever topics but never have the time to get them down before they are lost. Then there are other days (like today) I have the time to write, yet cannot think of anything worth while to type.
Lately I just feel burnt out. I was sick last week- thank you spring- so I feel like I'm still trying to recover, or it could be the effects of Saturday's party that are still taking a toll. I never think that I am drinking that much at the time, and then suddenly it hits me, like a brick. The end of the night is a little hazy, but not before I was able to get in a plug for my favorite whiskey.
Friday night I volunteered at the City Pages Wine Tasting at International Market Square. It was loads of fun, and the best way to do the event. I walked around for the first half trying different wines and then poured them the second half. My table was perfect for me, we had 4 bottles of various white wines and only 2 reds (I prefer white much more than red). I discovered a really good pinot grigio. So good I went out and bought two bottles, one of which lead me straight into a drunken Saturday.
I feel like I am stuck between 2 worlds, one where I should grow up and one where I just want to continue to be young. Not that I am "old" by any means, but sometimes I feel like I need to watch how much I drink, or perhaps keep tabs on my tolerance because I can't seem to figure out where it is. Either I go out and have one beer, or I have 7, it seems to be all or nothing these days. I know there has to be a happy medium somewhere, I just need to find it. It was about a year ago that I was on a quest to find the "perfect level of drunk". I never found it and I'm still looking. I might have to give up the hunt for the next month, March has been vicious and I am pretty sure my liver needs a rest. I started off the month celebrating the fact that I took the GRE (with a bottle of the aforementioned whiskey), followed that with a party bus excursion around Minneapolis, St. Patrick's day at CL is virtually a holiday and spent the second half of work watching my co-workers humiliate themselves as I had a few Stellas, spent one weekend (the nicest weekend we have had all year) holed up sick in my house when I was supposed to be celebrating a pair of 21st birthdays (Janna's twin sisters), then poured and drank wine. What a month. I will start my training for the 1/2 marathon this month.
Oh, the marathon. Maybe I have been living in a hole, but I had no idea Grandma's Marathon was as big as it is.[please note the first non-alcohol link in this post] The entire city of Duluth gets over taken with runners and there is no where to stay within 30 miles surrounding the city. I've got my fingers crossed that I get a room at the UMD dorms. I feel like I'm 17 again waiting for my dorm assignment. If I can't find housing, I may just forgo my $60 entrance fee and make my distance running debut at the Twin Cities 10 mile in October. Yeah, it's a cop out, but Grandma's is turning into an expensive weekend excursion that I wasn't planning on.
I got my test scores back from the GRE and now need to apply to grad school. No pressure. It will be something good to distract me as my liver recovers from the month of March.
I didn't intend this to be a post about drinking, we'll just call it word vomit.
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