sectownkid

So last night a waitstaff in my restaurant comes back to the kitchen and gives us all milkshakes. I'm like all right yeah, a milkshake, sounds good! So I drink it and it tastes like any other damn milkshake, and the guy comes back like "How was it??" all overly optimistic about his milk shake. He then proceeds to explain that they all had loads of whiskey and baileys in them and he made them so we couldn't taste the alcohol. which we couldn't at all.

I told this guy, just the night before outside smoking a cigarette with him, that I was done drinking for GOOD and I intend to go sober. Maybe I didn't stress that part enough.

Anyways, back to ground zero again.. SO thankful I did not say **** it this time and go on a binder to make my last drunk date "count", like all those millions of other miserable times I had my "last beer", or my last whatever.

thanks for listening..