Hooray (?) beer

August 28th, 2005

I woke up this morning and had half a moment of clarity. I say half because I was hanging over pretty bad. I realized I don't like drinking much anymore. I should have been at home, in the big-ass bed I bought when I got to North Carolina, sleeping peacefully. Instead I was sitting upright in my a recliner at my buddy Rob's house, which I had eventually passed out in. Much of the Mojave desert was not as dry as my mouth was at the time. Still sitting in the recliner, I could see out the window to his backyard, where some of the bright red keg cups had fallen off the beer pong table onto the wooden deck. Yeah, definitely went too many rounds of that nonsense last night. Sometimes it's easy to forget that I'm not in college anymore. I'm not talking trash in the SigEp basement, trying to impress the random women watching the game. Furthernore, it now takes way too long for me to recover and screws me up for PT on the weekends. I find a bit of comfort in the fact that I won't be drinking at all for a year while I'm deployed. Booze has no place in a combat zone. Or in me for that matter. At some point something will click in my mind, and I'll loose all interest in that next beer. I think that just happened. Cheers.