
So it's 50 degrees and 7 PM on a Friday night. I'm already in my PJ's
happy to have the work week over.
Tonight I am indulging myself in a night of reading, probably my greatest passion- though not my only one.
Michael and I just returned from having dinner at a local Chinese restaurant, so I didn't have to cook tonight. Yeah! Why is it that Chinese restaurants make such stout drinks? I was only able to drink 1/2 of my planter's punch and stopped myself because I was already getting a buzz on. They have letters on their drink menu next to each of the drinks. I think it's L for light, M for medium, and H for heavy. I don't know how anyone could belt back more than one H in a night. I know Michael surrendered the keys right away when he ordered his second. But it's scary when you look in the lounge and there are all these people drinking one after another, and then driving home. Damn, glad we ate dinner early.


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