So I'm back in the village I still call home, for a few days, and it's wonderfully laid-back. The bells at the Presbyterian church on the other side of the train tracks play Christmas songs every 15 minutes or so, the ground is covered with snow and more is falling lazily from the sky, and there's a metric ton of junk food at every turn.
There's a bar here in town, that's been a bar for a long time, but that's recently been renamed Pat MaGroing's in the spirit of an Irish Pub. (I'd be happier if the Ma was Mc - and I'd be happier if the joint actually served Guinness - but I digress.) It's the source of consternation for lots of the local religious folks - both for the name and for the charcoal drawings of staff, scantily clad, that grace the walls - so of course my brother and I had to go check it out.
The skeleton-crew staff (consisting of one guy, out of place in this sleepy town with a stud in his lower lip), watching over the skeleton crew of skeezy patrons, hesitated a second when I ordered a margarita and then proceeded to fill a pint glass with about half Cuervo Gold and half Triple Sec, then a splash of orange juice. I shoulda known I was in trouble. I'm not a drinking kind of gal - on a normal night out on the town, two drinks gives me a pleasant buzz and that's just fine and dandy. I can count on my fingers the number of times I've been officially drunk. And as I finished off that horrible margarita, my visual field stuttered and my belly flip-flopped. The barkeep sheepishly informed me he'd had no idea how to make a margarita, he was the cook - and for some retarded reason I asked him to make me a second drink. "Something girly and fruity," I requested - and what he came up with was some kind of cross between a Sex on the Beach and a Bahama Mama - really quite tasty, but I only got a third of it down. It was getting to be not fun anymore - the only redeeming value was the $13.50 bar tab.
Anyhow, that's my drinkin' story to send out 2007 with. That's the reason I do more eating than drinking. And that's the plan for the rest of the day and tomorrow too.