Sobering Up

Chilies has Happy Hour, every hour. I love it. I drank 2 spendifferous Caribbean thingies whilst stuffing my face and felt fan-diddly-tastic by the time I got home. In fact, if my brother wasn't standing in the kitchen with the Hubster I would have probably knocked the Hubster over and mounted him right there. But alas my lil' bro was standing there so I by-passed the boys and went to rinse off in the shower. It was at this point that I notice my bowels telling me that something needed OUT. Considering that we split an appetizer, then I consumed a grilled Cajun chicken sandwich and fries, followed by splitting a chocolate cake thingy all washed down with my al-ko-holik lovelies it was no surprise I was busting a gut. I sat myself down and as my processed food plopped into the potty below I felt my giddy haze begin to lift. By the time I wiped I was stone sober. I may be a cheap drunk by damn I sober up fast!