I can’t drink anymore. Seriously. I rarely drink anymore and when I do I have one beer or one glass of wine. I have some bottles of hooch at the house left over from a New Year’s party — that’s Jan 1, 2006. Those that knew me in my youth, perhaps saw me boozin’ a poker games, must accept this: I can’t drink anymore. I had a few beers — not an ungodly amount, just a few — on Saturday night and now, 24 hours later, my head still hurts. Getting a mild sunburn didn’t help either.
Anyway, there’s just one more beach weekend left – then I can relax.
