Just Not Lest Ye Be Judged
|Not a good look...|
Here are my thoughts.
- There isn't any restaurant out there (5 star and all) that compares to my cooking, in my opinion anyway. So while we do go out occasionally for dinner, it's always about the company and not the food so much. I'd rather cook at home. (And my friends & family never mind that.)
- I love my home. I make better drinks, I love where I live, I enjoy my life with my best friend and have a lot of fun having dinner parties or just having a quiet night at home. It's all good.
- I'm so glad I don't have to stay out till 5am. As I age, (yes I said it), I no longer care for the hangovers that make me feel like I have a wicked flu and I'd rather enjoy the morning and daytime doing something more productive.
- What's good for you may not be good for me. I'm a homebody. If we do go out, we tend to go to other people's homes for dinner and socialize. If we head to a pub, it's usually for dinner and drinks and home at a reasonable hour. And that's the way I like it.
While they judge my life at the same age I am, I can also criticize their reckless ways of living. For one, driving while intoxicated isn't what I call 'fun' --- neither is it when it happens to kill an innocent person on the road. I've been there and have done the same thing when I was younger. Sometimes I'd wake up and ask, "How'd I get home?" That life is gone and I am happy to say I will never go back to that. I'm happy I'm still here to talk about it. There are consequences to living on the edge, and if you want to judge me for having a cocktail at home (because it's too "boring") or not staying out till 5am, go 'head. I'm not the one with a minor rap sheet carrying a vodka drenched liver. One of our friends had to do weekends in jail for too many DWIs. That's not the life I want to live nor wish upon anyone. So, give me some credit for being happy and somewhat safe in the comforts of my own home. My only danger is my ankle biting chihuahua. I can live with that. Hmm, maybe I am getting old.