The Lightweights

After what seems like endless days of working and multiple nights of staying in I’ve found that my alcohol tolerance has dropped to zero. Last weekend I went out to a bar with my cousins and after 2 beers I was drunk. After three beers I had to cut myself off.

Steve and I went out with some people from work. We staggered home at midnight both too drunk to make sense out of what the other was saying.
“This will not do,” I declared over our hang-over breakfast of home fries and French toast, “we need to go into spring training.” I proposed we stick to a strict schedule of at least a few every few days and going out on the weekend. Some say we might be alcoholics, I think it’s sensible for what we are in for with all the weddings we have coming up.