The Whiskey Ain't Workin'

Good evening, my Lovelies! I gotta tell ya...this has been one hell of a week. I certainly hope yours has been astronomically better than mine. From bullshit at work, an epic argument over what should have been a minor thing, and just generally not feeling well, I'm pretty much over it. And to top off this craptastic week, today marks ten years since the wreck happened that killed one of my dearest friends. I'm not sure how much more I can take. Therefore, bring on the alcohol!

So, as if what I just mentioned isn't enough to make me want to drink, it has come up in conversation with some of my long-time friends that it is time for our high school reunion. Our. Thirty. Year. Reunion. Thirty years? How the fuck has thirty years gone by so damn fast? What the hell?

Though I see current pictures of my friends on Facebook, I still (and will probably always) picture them as they were when we were in school. Maybe that is a byproduct of me having moved so far from home and not seeing them on a regular basis? I don't know, but it is so hard to picture us as being anything other than teenagers! 

We've scattered. We've had families. Some of my friends even have grandchildren! It's just not right! 

Those that are trying to organize the reunion are trying to do so quickly (I wasn't the only one that it snuck up on!) and I have to tell ya, I just don't know if I can manage to get back for it. That is going to break my heart because though we've done that scattering, growing up, and moving on, I still love these people, and having the opportunity to spend a few hours reminiscing with them would be amazing.

We'll see what happens a little closer to the date, but I have my doubts. I mean, how great would it be to do some tailgating at our high school's football game against a rival team? This rivalry is a long-standing tradition that dates back more than 100 years! In fact, this year marks the 108th time these two high school football teams will go head-to-head. Oh, look! Another reason to drink! I mean, win or lose, right?

So I guess the question now is, exactly how much am I going to have to drink in order to be able to handle all of this? Well, as I just discovered that the 20 minutes I spent standing in the sun chit-chatting with one of my friends this morning has left me with a sunburn? 

Somebody bring me a whole damn barrel.

Until next time, and as always,

Much drunken love from me to you!

Shelly (a/k/a Dawn Love)

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