An Awful Morning
Hello Hangover, I remember you.Yesterday was our 12 year anniversary and we tied one on -- a semi-controlled lapse from my sobriety project. There was some wine at dinner, a Manhattan at the Mose Allison concert, then another Manhattan at the Elite Cafe. I was startled when Mark suggested that last bar stop as he's not much of a drinker. But it was fun. We ordered biscuits and deviled eggs and talked about something fascinating, though I can't seem to remember what it was. . .
Happily, nothing makes me want to not drink more than drinking.
Slate has a story on the wonder of family dinners. I found it mildly depressing as my family dinners are frequently loud, contentious, and emotionally harrowing.
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