It’s true. I was driving home the other day and I saw one jogging along the side of the road; blonde hair shining in the sun, muscles rippling under his tank, bronzed skin glowing with exertion….a glorious sight to behold.
That last post reminded me of a post I meant to do a week ago. It has to do with drinking – alcohol that is.
At the beginning of this year I decided that alcohol had wreaked it’s final havoc on my life. So I made a private pact with my own special God that I would no longer drink to excess. I would perhaps have the occasional glass of wine on special occasions but it would be only one glass of wine and it would be a very special occasion.
About 4 months later, after a bad break-up, I went to a stag and doe, and feeling somewhat nervous (as I do in all social situations) I decided to have a drink. It was not a special occasion to me (since I didn’t even know the betrothed) but I rationalized that it was special for them.
I moseyed up to the bar and ordered a glass of wine. Who on God’s green earth would think they wouldn’t have wine at a stag and doe? Well they didn’t. So I ordered a vodka and Diet Coke (Diet Coke very nicely masks the taste of alcohol – which I detest in the first place).
On the way back to my seat my plastic cup (plastic cups?) began to leak. By the time I sat down half of it was gone. I looked up at the front of the room to the cross of Jesus (the stag and doe was held in a church) and realized that it was a sign.
My friends told me to go up and get a replacement. I did. I got a pure Diet Coke – and the cup didn’t leak.
