YO VIP.......... LET'S KICK IT

kicking a bad habit, kicking me when I'm down, and kicking it old school:




Are you there, Carla? It's me, Yuengling.

I can count on one hand the number of times I have been drunk in the last 6 years. Of course it goes without saying that there's a special place in my heart for all those mornings waking up with only one shoe, or those super-fun late nights with that one great friend who would pour Ice House in your lap when you peed your pants so it would look like you spilled your drink instead. Make no mistake, those were good, good times, but I gladly gave them up for crazy nights of UNO and lazy Sunday mornings of coffee and bagels with the husband. That, and I really liked having both of my shoes.

After getting married, baby-making became a priority, and once the baby arrived, I was certain if I had one beer I would surely forget to turn off the stove sending the house into a towering inferno, or pass out allowing the baby to crawl out into the night and be taken by wolves, or both of those. So, aside from the errant 6-whiskey-sour-wedding here and there where we had reserved a room, no driving would take place, and there were at least 10 non-drinking relatives with full background checks who signed a noterized legal document pledging to stare continuously at the baby without blinking, I never touched a drink.

Then #2 came along.

She's.....well.....she's the kind of kid that makes you want to have a night cap. I guess there was one girl's night in Ella's 2 years of life when the husband took the kids out for the night and I enjoyed the wonderful bliss of near alcohol poisoning combined with the incessant laughter and ridiculous fun of best girlfriends.

But, honestly, apart from that, only a beer here(and there) once in a while, and always paired with an insanely good meal...pizza and mussels...the pioneer woman's drip beef...chineese food....fish taco night...oh the dreaded fish taco night of valentine birthday weekend 2010...the fish taco and yuengling night that put and end to all fish taco and yuengling nights (at least the yuengling part) (at least for the next 40 weeks).

Fast forward a few months and I am cranky about kicking the habit. I never craved a beer during my other pregnancies. Just one. Just one ice cold beer would be great right now with these marshmallows and calamari.