It has become abundantly obvious that my tolerance for alcohol has severely diminished. I went out with one of my buddies last night and after four beers (Black and Tan's) in four hours, I was wasted. I'm talking about worthlessly wasted too. I made it home in one piece though. Luckily it was only a three block stroll.
When I got home, though, it was light's out! Actually I tried to get some things together for our trip up to Owensboro this weekend, but all I accomplished was spreading clothes all over the bedroom floor. Hopefully Adrianne is able to decipher my outfit choices. I guess I'll find out when I open up our luggage tonight when we reach our destination. I just hope she remembers to throw me some "drawers" (pronounced: "draaaaaaaws") in there, otherwise it might get a little interesting this weekend.
Not too much else going on. Today is my co-worker, and buddy, Kenny's last day with us. He's leaving the bank to go to graduate school up at Cornell, in Ithica, NY. Yes, that's an Ivy League school, and, yes, I'm pretty proud of my boy. I know there's no way I could do it. Not that I'm not smart enough, but I've been working long enough and just couldn't go back to being poor and in college, and that's the way it would have to be (most likely). I'm sure it probably wouldn't hurt my career to get my master's degree or something though.
Maybe I'll think about it? It's not going to be today though. I've got a pretty good sinus headache, from all of the smoke at the bar, and my tummy just isn't taking anything very well this morning.