magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

Went out after work to the new bar in the neighbourhood, a place on 37th called Stitch. Kind of a yuppie bar, as pretty much everywhere in midtown is, but nicer than most of the places that we go after work.

I hadn't had a martini in forever, when I have had mixed drinks recently, whiskey is more of a winter liquor, and mostly I've just been drinking wine and beer. So spring is one it's way, and I'm in a new bar, and I figured why not. But, having stopped at the ATM on the way to the bar to deposit the week's paycheck, and seeing just how little I have in my account right now, I didn't go for the Ketel One that I would normally drink. One or two well drinks won't kill me, I figured

But then it was two or three, and a couple of beers, and without any dinner, I was drunk by 8, and then home with my head already pounding and thrust under a pillow.

Lesson learned.