a confession

oops. I drank too much beer this afternoon.

We'd just finished the quarter, and I'd budgeted for one pint, but then I had two. And then I had a couple bites of cake and 2 little pieces of quesadilla and I could be beating myself up over this, but it was a birthday/end of the quarter celebration on St. Patrick's day, and at one point, the whole bar was singing "Sweet Caroline," and for a brief second I felt like I could, quite easily, make out with all my classmates. But I didn't. I had two beers and some food, and I wrote it all down and it's not the end of the world, and it's not cause for celebration, either. Beer and cake are not a way of life. In fact, they've become quite rare, and it felt decadent, over the course of a few hours, to partake, consciously, in these treats. I did not, however, partake in making out, despite the fact that everyone (even the boys) looked so cute to me. I did, however, partake in my March of the Penguins imitation. This involves me dropping my hands at the wrist (as though flippers/wings) and alternating each buttock up and down in my chair as though wiggling an egg into place on top of my non-existent penguin feet. It's actually a nice bit of exercise, and it feels good when you're sitting in one of those captain-style chairs at a big wooden table on the last Friday of the quarter.