The Wonders of the Quiet Weekend

Got to see the Raptors climb to .500 on Friday. Didn’t drink at the ACC. Grabbed a bite to eat and hit up a bar. Went home.

Total Alcoholic Beverages Consumed: 2 (but they were light beers… so almost don’t count)

Went to see my grandparents on Saturday. Watched the Habs get thumped by the Leafs (sic), and the Raptors drop back below .500. Then went out to see Children of Men, which was excellent in its near-future post-Apocalyptic way, followed by Napoleon Dynamite at home.

Total Alcoholic Beverages Consumed: Zero. (yes, I saw Napoleon Dynamite stone sober…. I don’t suggest you try it)

Sunday, went to Band Practice. Pub afterwards, of course.

Total Alcoholic Beverages Consumed: 2

I have a sneaking suspicion that this little scene will continue to play itself out for the next several weeks. I’m not cutting myself off, just dialing it down a notch. And it’s not that I’m forcing it on myself, either. I’m just not in the mood. Perhaps next weekend’s Cousin-Birthday/Super Bowl combo will break me, but I somehow doubt it. I’m not prone to being talked into things I don’t want to do. You know, unless I deep down want to do them, anyway, and I’m just putting up a front….

We’ll see how this goes.

PS: Yes, I’m pretty sure this is the fallout from not really being recovered from Vegas when I went to Justin’s party last weekend. In fact, I'm quite sure.

PPS: For the record, I could possibly see this going through to St. Paddy's day. I'm serious. Well, for now.