The AA

Hullo, our name be Janvier. We're alcoholic. Not proud of it really but can't say we're feeling any guilty for being one. We drink only in social situations (who doesn't really?), not when we're alone. The only detrimental effects we've ever experienced are: ending up sleeping in the porch only to be discovered by the parents, throwing up onto the exterior of a friends car, and (most importantly) the serious dent it causes on our pockets whenever we start.

This is one good reason why we seldom go clubbing anymore. We don't really have fun but end up by the bar ordering drink after drink after drink. However, we're happy that our tolerance is good enough that we don't make a bloody fool of ourselves after the first or second cup or end up learning we've been doing all sorts of stuff to the entertainment of others that we have no memory of.

But given the opportunity to start - hell, who are we to decline? And once we start, it's hard to stop. We loves our daiquiry. We're okay with most beers. We have something steady going on with wine. Just maybe given them occasions where hard liquor is mixed with soft drinks in the hands of bartenders-from-hell that we'll throw all rationale out the door and say, "Goodbye Mr Brain."

Still.

We find ourselves back in the office at 1am in the morning. Not because we heart job. But some things needed delivering and we couldn't leave them in the car, they needed to be stored in the fridge the sooner the better. We'd picked it up in the evening only to face peak traffic hours heading back to the office, so we instead decided to have dinner first with psike and lad at Tony Roma's The Curve, only to find ourselves at Laundry Bar soon after pushing ourselves to inebriation. Because one is never enough, and that last drink tasted horrible, and we needed our daiquiry (oh the excuses).

It's such a wrong day to start the intoxication - we'll only end up with the Friday Blues, a variation of the Monday Blues (ie. "Shyte Monday's coming and it's back to work!"). Dammit. It's only Thursday and we're boozing? Tomorrow still got to work lah!

Just hope we don't end up sleeping in the office - we needs a bathe and change and there's no air-conditioning after work hours here. Best head off homeward bound now - except that we're feeling a wee bit peckish. Let's check out McDonalds on the way home. McChicken sounds good after two months' abstinence.

Oh, was this suppose to be a support group to stop alcoholism? Sorry, wrong group. We're still looking for that next sticky, sweet drink with a straw and fruits stuck on the glass.