There was no yoga for me today. I went out with some work folk instead, networking, etc. Okay, the “networking” was really just “free drinks.” And I normally would not participate in any drunk blogging, because, frankly, who wants to read this kind of business? No one. Probably.
But, I want to represent the “martinis” as well as the “mantras” on this site. And so here I am. Drunk blogging.
So the thing about stuff I have to say is this: When everyone is hammered, and takes a cab home – they are all going home to their husbands, wives or boyfriends. I, on the other hand, am coming home to my lovely apartment with several fancy couch pillows, and that is about it. And that is why three drinks become four. And that is why I normally choose not to have any drinks at all.