I have spent more time than I care to rehash reassuring certain people that, no, I do not have a drinking problem, and yes, I can have fun without alcohol. I merely am just more entertaining when I post stories of my drunken jackassery.
But man, sometimes I am that drunk and sometimes it does help me have fun. Last night was one of those times.
I finally made it to Proof last night. EJ and I met up after work and consumed more glasses of wine than I care to remember. And the charcuterie board? It was our bitch. Cured meats might just be my favorite food group. This place might be one of my new favorite spots, though my wallet may not be able to absorb more than a monthly trip. If you have not been, please run there. Actually, sprint; it is that good.
EJ and I sat there for hours at our cramped table (my one complaint…the damn chairs are too big for those small tables) and had a long over due kvetching session. She states it much more eloquently than I, but EJ and I will always have a bond, as we have both stared in to the deep, dark recesses of the same hell and come out alive. Well, actually, I dragged her in to that hell…and she still talks to me. She is a more forgiving person than I.
As Proof is apparently the place to be, Aunt LifeSaver was also there with some of her friends and I think I managed to hold it together and make a somewhat decent impression. If I didn’t, I hope they don’t think less of her for having such a lush as a niece. She had no role in the childhood pain that leads me to drown my feelings on such a regular basis.
When the alarm on my phone went off this morning, the normally welcoming sound of Heart’s “Barracuda” was countered by a groggy, parched groan. Yes, Ann Wilson, I am indeed burning it down to the wick.
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I don’t use ring tones to wake up. I use the alarm setting. Otherwise, you will end up hating that song.
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I wake up to the dulcet tones of the onset of rush hour (I live over a freeway). Who needs alarms when you can have the sound of trucks bottoming out in a pothole?
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Of course I forgive you for the Thing We Do Not Mention, but not for suggesting that last glass of wine. I legitimately thought my head was going to explode this morning.
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I’m half-sorry for encouraging this debauchery yesterday when I raved to you about Proof . . . but only half-sorry . . . that half being this morning, when you awoke with a pounding head! I’m not at all sorry for the last night half, because I’m sure you had a blast.
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or… “Proof aka the reason there’s no recipe in today’s blog post”
here’s to hoping your hangover’s worn off by now…
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You KNOW I’m the biggest Proof fan in the city, so I’m glad you finally understand what I’ve been raving about! Sorry you woke up hurtin’, but I’m glad you had a good time.
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Arjewtino: I will never tire of that song. It is my anthem.
Shannon: Ugh, that sucks. In college I lived near an alley near a burger king…the sound of the trucks dropping off whoppers woke me up every single morning.
ej: I had two more glasses after you left! I’d like to blame that evil temptresss Aunt LifeSaver, but I think it was my idea.
FRM: it was SO worth it…you do not even need to feel half sorry.
ch: haha, yes. there will be one tomorrow…promise!
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i’m so in on just your recommendation
i’m typing this silently so as not to hurt your head 
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charcuterie is the best invention ever.
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I sort of like living over the freeway, I can sit on my balcony, drink beer, and pretend it’s NASCAR. Plus, my friends call for traffic reports.
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Now I’m an evil temptress? You came to my table Lemmonex! It was great to have a drink (or two-ish?) with you. My head is still intact – but a nap would be REALLY nice about now….
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bettyjoan: you know you are one of the reasons I have been dying to go.
jess; always so thoughtful. thanks for keeping it down.
jb: I know..amazing. the foie gras was the shit.
shannon: ha! glad you can assist your friends.
Aunt LifeSaver: I came to your table bc I cannot resist you! Tempting I tell you!
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