Methodical Musings

Disclaimer: as I write this post, I am indeed – of all things – drunk. Yes, ladies and gentleman I will probably regret posting this tomorrow, but post it now I will.

Ahhh, what to say. So many things. Tonight I went out to a place called Tuscanos and drank three rather loaded margaritas and apparently, of all alcohol, margaritas do the most to get me wasted. I can take numerous shots and drink lots of beer, but when it comes to pure happy-times drunkenness, nothing does more than margaritas.

The friend I was with is named Ben and we were old co-workers at a place in Denver. He is a great guy who has dated a lot of women. That’s all I can say. He also cannot hold is liquor very well. Poor chap.

Anyway, Ben has this thing where he – since he knew me before I was an atheist and after – he keeps track of “quotes” I say since leaving the faith. Tonight I apparently said something about Vodka being my favorite liquor. Ben added this to his quotes. Then I said something about finding any hot women in the lobby of my apartment building to hit on and Ben also added that to his list of quotes. Apparently since leaving the faith I am far more quotable than when I was in the faith.

And hopefully I won’t be quoted too much for anything damning I say while I’m drunk. Sometimes I think I’m pretty serious when I’m drunk. Then sometimes I just fall asleep. But, judging from how many times I am backspacing while typing this, I am at least a grammatically correct drunk.

Wouldn’t you say?

- Josh

P.S. I would write more than this, but it is taking a lot of energy and I just want to sleep now. I had a massive burrito in addition to the margaritas and am quite happy right now and could probably just sleep. Night.