Decided to celebrate tonight: Bacon-wrapped filet mignon on the grill, a pint of Yeti Imperial Stout, and a Cohiba. Why? Well, I had quite a bit left over from this paycheck, and… the lawsuit was dropped. By the plaintiff’s attorney, no less. Seems he discovered that she lost her criminal case, and realized that if they continued with the suit, they would be open for a counter-suit for harassing lawsuits; so he filed to dismiss. So, that’s over; and possibly the quickest 42 USC 1983 lawsuit ever.
And lemme tell ya, I’ve become a lightweight; a pint of stout has me buzzed six ways to sunday. Reminds me why I don’t drink. The little bits of the subconscious that float up to the surface, borne on carbonated bubbles of alcohol.
And my left foot hurts. I woke up Wednesday with what felt like a stone bruise on my left heel, but how the hell did I manage that in my sleep? I wish I could remember the dream, because it must have been a good one. Has gotten somewhat better, but still hurts; like a deep bruise across the inside of my heel just below the ankle.
Anyway. Next week I’ll be in Forsyth again, this time for Standardized Field Sobriety Testing Instructor, provided I pass the test on the first day. It’s been a while since I’ve done any SFST, so it’s a good question whether or not I remember it well enough.
Glad to hear the lawsuit was dropped. You sure it was just the pint of stout and not the pint combine with a really good cigar. At least for myself I’ve had well made cigars knock me on my rump. Add a lil alcohol and I’d definitely need to sit down.
I’m sure the cigar had an effect. I’ve usually got a fair amount of nicotine in my system at any given moment- one of my New Year’s resolutions was to quit dipping; you can guess how that’s turned out- but a cigar always puts a great big hit of nicotine in me. I once spent a night out bar-hopping, walked home quite inebrieted, spit out my dip and fired up a Churchill. Thirty seconds later I was yarfing in the back yard.
That, and the excesses of my freshman year in college, are probably why I don’t drink much anymore.