What I enjoy more is drinking, which I have been partaking in quite a bit as of late. Last Friday night I went downtown after a work event with some of the UCF students that were helping us out and I drank way too much. I mean waaaaaaaaaay too much. Free booze always puts a hurtin on me. I was drinking Seven and Seven, which seems to be my cocktail of choice nowadays - I had to get off the vodka - with shots of tequila and fireball whiskey tangled up in there. It was all I could do to muster up the interest in hanging out with a bunch of 23 year olds in the real world. They were super sweet and we ended up having a pretty fun time, but I had to be careful not to expose them to what a lifetime of partying with no "breaks" can do to someone's tolerance. I don't encourage anyone to drink consistently for 22 years straight, like I have. It's expensive and calorie laden and it ages you. Plus, once you reach a certain point you just black out, even though you are fully functioning on a social level, and that's just all together bad news.
I have seen and done some serious shit in my life...I've peed in my bed, I've hit on old men, I've driven with one hand over my eye, I have pissed in every public place you can imagine (including in a cup in my car while stuck in traffic on I-4), I've been busted having sex in vehicles and bathrooms, I've stolen street signs...but I have never, ever passed out on the street. GO ME.
Happy Friday!
