Sometimes I’m my own worst enemy. I know that I don’t have the ability to drink a lot and just shake it off the way I did when I was younger. Alcohol doesn’t mix well with one of the medicines I take. In fact, it says DO NOT TAKE WITH ALCOHOL right there on the bottle.
I interpret that to mean, ‘don’t drink too much’. And sometimes that slips my mind, too.
Anyway, I’m still feeling last night’s good time and so I had to cancel my plans for the evening. Which sucks. Because I’ve been looking forward to tonight for ages. I was supposed to take a pole dancing class with Michelle Joni. That’s right, a pole dancing class.
It’s all part of the latest round of her NYC Game. Each round of her game has seemed like more fun than the last (I’ve been playing along, a bit, but don’t really have the stamina to keep up with her). This one is more than just fun, though. This time, if she plays her cards right, she’s going to end up famous (in two weeks or less).
I wish her luck. Personally, I have no desire to be famous. Unless it’s as a bestselling novelist. But otherwise, nah.No tags for this post.