Saturday night and here I sit in peace, alone. I’m not quite sure what to do with myself, it’s late, but I’m not tired. Mike’s out with my brother and a friend. GNO (Guys Night Out) which is great for him. He needs it, and deserves it. I didn’t put up a fight at all since I got to sleep in until 10am!! That’s right bitches. Ten-o-freakin’-clock!

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So, here I sit. Drinking beer alone. I haven’t done this in a LONG time. Blogging and drinking, with nothing even remotely intelligent to talk about. (Maybe I should have waited until I finished a couple more bottles.)

Do you feel that it’s bad for people to drink alone? I used to think that people definitely had a drinking problem if they sat alone and had a couple. Maybe it was my upbringing; drinking was only a social thing and never to be done alone. Now? Not so. I love to have a moment to myself, listen to the station I want to hear, sit here at the computer - with a brewskie in hand. Nothing says Awesome Saturday Night like that! I am such a fucking loser. There’s no excuse for me

What happened to me? I used to get depressed on Saturday nights that had no plans; there was ALWAYS something, anything to do. I would bar hop, go to house parties or just sit with friends as a local pub. But now? Now, I would trade a night out at the bar to sit here alone, in peace. Hands down. Really. I would (and do).

(Tonight didn’t really count because someone had to stay home with the kid and it’s GNO).

I’m such a hermit.

So, tell me. What did you do for your Saturday night?

Let me live vicariously through you.