Today is my birthday and we are going out for dinner. In the car on the way out, I could tell she had been drinking. We had to wait for our table and she insisted on a drink while she waited. I got us each a cocktail. I had another with dinner. She decided that we needed to do a shot of tequila. So we each got a shot of Cuervo. As soon as we got home from dinner, she announced that she was tired and going to bed. It was eight thirty. She must have powered down her usual pint in the half hour from when she got back from work until we went out. No wonder she was ‘tired.’
I guess it was silly of me to think she might refrain on my birthday.
