On Friday I did something I don't think I've ever done before. I stayed sober while everyone else around me got vision impairingly drunk. I got a pep talk from Chuck about how I need to throw a few back, and in a hurry, if I wasn't going to ruin the party. That happened at about midnight when all I could think about was getting to bed. An hour later I snuck up to get ready to turn in for the evening. Just as I was about crawl into Angie's bed, I heard my dear sister squeal, "WHERE'S RED?!" in a fit of anger. Always eager to please his sweet little berry, Chuck came searching and found me about to hit the hay. Chuck proceeded to whine about how I HAD to come back down and drink because Angie's neighbors with cute dogs just came home. I knew he was full of shit, so I said that if Tana the sweetest dog ever, belonging to Neighbor Tom, came up to Angie's room, I'd come back down.

A couple of minutes later I heard a bark, head the door open, and heard Chuck and a certain four-legged darling come stumbling up the stairs.

Shit.

A half hour and half a beer later, I was in bed again, only to be awaken by Chuck AND Angie AND Chuck's brother an hour later. I eventually got to sleep at about three, but even with a short night's sleep Friday night, my weekend seems twice as long when I can remember the whole thing and I didn't spend any of it hungover. Maybe spending an entire Sunday vomiting violently a couple of weekends back was all I needed. Maybe I'll never drink excessively again!

Then again, maybe I will.