Hubby and I took a painting class this morning. Mine is the pretty terrible one on the right, but for some reason I really love taking these classes. I don't feel like I'm wasting my time or money, and in the end I really get a fantastic sense of accomplishment.
Usually the class comes with booze, but this was a morning class. The bar was open but I felt a little weird drinking that early, or at all lately. I'm still waiting for a call from the liver doctor. I know that I don't drink too much but every time I'm offered one I think I might be currently dying and a drink sure wouldn't help.
There was a party at a club later that night and I stayed just under an hour due to the fact that everyone was getting drunk quickly, whereas I wasn't even finished with my bottled water. I do enjoy a drink, but as I grow older it loses what it should be doing.
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