We've Been Coming To The Same Party For Twelve Years Now, And In No Way Is That Depressing, or, Labor Day Weekend: Part 1

As a person new to this whole 9-5, Monday through Friday thing, 3 day weekends are definitely NOT taken for granted. When I returned from the office after lunch, the lights were off, the door was locked. It was 1:30, and everyone was gone. Done. Nice way to start the weekend. I stayed a bit, checked me email and such, and awaited H1. She was supposed to be arriving around 4:00, so I had a bit of time. Went and got my haircut. It was just a trim but everyone I saw commented on it. Now, this kind of reaction would make sense if it was now blue or boy-short, but no. I'm not sure, but I think I'm gonna have to start putting more effort into my hair. But then again, I am extremely lazy, so we'll see. Hayley arrived. Went shopping for Vegas. Started drinking about 5:00. Started drinking heavily around 7:30. Went to the pool, First Friday and all. Tried to keep up with the adults and then ditched the party 45 seconds before clean up began. After party at the Chateau Stansfield, shots of JD are NOT a good idea, btw. James came in and asked to play Apples to Apples. For those who are unaware, James is 11, and it was 1:00am. To me this sounded like a great idea. I think James one, he always does. Passed the eff out, woke up to Hayley having to leave. I proceeded to sleep until 11:55. As I walked into the kitchen, my father commented that I was getting up to early, I mean what 23 year old gets up before noon, he think he's hilarious. As I started the search for fellow football watchers, A sinking suspicion that I was the only person left in the Greater Houston area fell over me. Between Possum Kingdom, Fort Worth, a Cruise, Nashville, College Station(don't really understand that one), and Austin(totally understand that one), I had some how managed to not solidify my football watching plans. Shame on me I know. So what do I do, I get crackin' on the phone calls. I lucked out however. First phone call, JR Foley. Jackpot. Me: "Hey, so I'm gonna come to Austin, but I don't have a ticket to the game". Foley:"It just so happens that I have an extra, get your ass to Austin". I love him. 30 minutes after I got up, I was in the car with my momma going to Austin for opening day, things sure can turn around quickly. To be continued...

Step 1: Set Goal. Step 2: Fail That Goal.

For those of you who are unaware, I have no self discipline. I mean none. Not when it comes to food, drinking, television, computer games, movies, surfing the web, calling people I know I shouldn't. I mean really, you would think I was 4. I tell myself, "That was the last time", "This is the last time", and, "OK, one more time". My goal this week, no drinking during the week. Seemed easy enough. Guess what??? Nope.

That's right. Guess how long I made it? If you count Sunday, I made it one day. If you start the weeknights on Monday night, I made it till about 7:30 p.m. You would think I had a problem, when really, it wasn't my fault. I know that's what all people say but c'mon, sometimes its the truth. When your mom and her friend invite you out to a wine bar, it would be rude not to go, right? It's hard for me to draw the line between social politeness and making excuses. But ya know what, that's the glorious part, I can just tell my self it would be rude.

Except that I went out again last night. Again, I was invited and I felt needed, so I went. Margaritas as my appetizer, beer as my entree. Classy, I know. I skipped desert, didn't want to be unhealthy. You know me, always thinking about my health, "you are what you eat" and all.

To summarize: 3 nights, 1 successful. All in all, that's a good 33% success rate. And if I don't drink tonight, that's 50%, and that really shows improvement. But question, does Thursday count as a weeknight? I mean, you only have one more day of work left, and in college, the weekends started Wednesday night, so theoretically, as a young post grad, it might have only moved back one night. Interesting. (This would be an example of my no self control rationalizing, in case you were curios.)