Don't Be Putting Too Much Alcohol in Me

By no means am I drunk right now.

But apparently I'm close enough to it to have my normally reserved self open up just a tad.

After work tonight I went over to a bar on Capitol Hill to join some friends for a few drinks. It was a birthday celebration; otherwise I very likely would have just bailed on the evening. The restaurant featured half-price bottles of wine before 7:00 p.m. My friends had arrived by just before 6:00, so by the time I showed up at around 7 (missing the half-price special), there were three bottles polished off on the table. And they ordered a fourth just before cut-off time.

I'm not a fan of white wines in general, but given that it's what they ordered, I drank up. From a water glass, because I couldn't be bothered to wait for them to bring me a proper wine glass. And keep in mind that, of course, I had not eaten dinner before this.

Before I knew it I had downed three glasses of wine before the food that I ordered arrived. Keep in mind that this place advertises "Wine and Tapas," which means that the food portions are rather ridiculously small for $7. Arg.

Still, I'm not drunk, but I most certainly am not totally sober.

The restaurant was literally right next door to my favorite gay cowboy bar (yes, it's a little weird, I know), so I stopped in to watch some line dancing for a little bit where -- don't ask me why -- I bought a beer which I successfully nursed until I finally decided it was time to head home.

At home is where I finally realized that I clearly was not in my right mind.

As I walked over to the elevator, a guy I've seen for years now who lives on the eighth floor was in the lobby retreiving his mail. I've flirted mildly (so mildly, in fact, that I doubt he even realizes that flirting is what I was doing) with him for a long time now, but this time I finally pushed it beyond the normal borders. As I got off on my floor, I found myself asking him: "So, when are you going to invite me over for dinner?"

I still can't believe I actually said that.

He suggested a dish and said he'd let me know when I could come over.

I'm one crazy mofo.

When I've been imbibing.

I give myself credit that I didn't jump him bones and try to make out with him in the elevator.

** 4/29/05: I suddenly realized this morning that it would be terribly embarrassing if this guy is actually reading this blog. Then I realized that this blog isn't so popular that this would be likely. So, in either case, oh well.