picture credit: Next Magazine
I finally made it out to 57 last night with Manny after a pit stop and a few drinks at DTOX. A few drinks by the way equate to 4.5. We all know well that my tolerance is nil and my threshold for sobriety is at 3. However, I was determined to let loose and celebrate the new J.O.B. I'd be starting on Monday.
By 5am it was waaaaaay past my bed time, 1.5 drinks past my limit, and I may have lost equilibrium for just a hundredth of a second but long enough to not go unnoticed by Manny who responded with an appropriate, "WEPA"!
By five-something I was fast as sleep, having no idea how much I would hate myself for that extra 1.5 upon waking.
Good times...





