Sleepy Time

I am a tired drunk.

There...I said it. It's the main reason I don't like bars. It's the main reason I don't like to "party." When I drink, I get sleepy. Very sleepy.

So when anyone asks me to come out and "party" I say, "what's the point?" I'll be ready for bed at midnight anyway.

Sometimes, I get jealous of those who like to head downtown and party the night away. Sometimes, I wish I could do that. Sometimes, I wish I could roam the streets with wild abandon and go from bar to bar.

But I can't.

Because I'm ready for bed by the time we're headed to the second bar.

So quit asking me to "go out." It's futile. It only leads to bed...and not the good kind...where so many "other" drunk people end up. I actually end up sleeping.

Good night.