i don’t know why i do this to myself. giving up beer to deflate mah beer belly is a good thing and i don’t drink nearly as often as i did before, but drinking wine/champagne instead makes me a clumsy ass drunk. i can’t believe how that stuff just sneaks up on me whereas at least with beer i could manage my intoxication? anyway, so i go to bingo night at The Knockout last nite with rachel and some folk. i’ve talked about it so many times here. you know how some people are addicted to scratch tix and the lotto? i’m addicted to bingo night, especially since the last 3 times i went most of my friends won except me. so i get a glass of wine and they give me a card. and holy shit, i am winning. first game, one card, i said to my friend “what’s going on? i’m getting all these numbers” and she’s got 2 cards. then i won and yelled BINGO so f***ing loud. i was so shocked! so i look at the table of prizes and picked me out a fresh ass plant AND…the bingo lady gives me drink tix. uh oh! fast forward like an hour and i’m gone. and to make matters worse, when they ran out of wine the bartender gave me a bottle of champagne on the house? i love my neighborhood hangout but seriously, what the hell? why did they do that to me? bad news. anyway, after bingo this band came on. rachel & folks left to another bar and i wanted to stick around to see the band. they were so loud and fun. bingo & rock n roll = my ideal evening. but while they’re playing i’m thinking “holy shit i’m getting even drunker” and started back home. thank god the knockout is a crawl distance from my flat. i don’t even remember that walk, which scares me. i’ve never blacked out once before i started drinking wine instead of beer.

this morning i woke up, not hungover at all but in a complete daze. on the BART train on the way to work i bumped into this man who looked EXACTLY like John Ashcroft and gasped so loudly! all these people looked at me. i said sorry and starting giggling quietly to myself. what the hell would JOHN ASHCROFT being doing in san francisco? i’m losing it

drummers and beer. possibly 2 of my biggest vices

i miss you beer