You’re DRUNK!

Last night hubby and I went out. The weather was GORGEOUS (clearly we DON'T live along the Gulf Coast of the US) and we wanted to grab a few hours on one of those last great summer nights. We went to a local outside bar where we ran into some people we knew. Hubby's birthday is Thursday (tomorrow) and I mentioned this so these folks decided that it was a good time to buy him roughly a half a glass of Jack Daniels (and a beer). He had a few more beers. We left the bar and wandered down the boardwalk. We bounced in time to the drum circle going on, we talked to people we knew, we looked in stores and restaurants (trying to decide where to have dinner).

We finally decided to stop at his new fave dinner spot on the way home. It's a gorgeous old beach club with a wall of windows looking out over the ocean. The place wasn't crowded; we sat at the bar to eat so we'd have the full ocean view. He had more beers. He was DRUNK! I mean giddy, silly, talkin'-to-loud DRUNK. He'd go between the very serious drunken conversation and the very silly drunken conversation. He savored every bite of his dinner (tilapia, a fish that usually doesn't do much for me but this place really does make it special), he drank more beer.

As we left he looked towards the ocean and just threw his hands in the air to celebrate how glorious the evening was in every way; the weather, the food, the fun, maybe even each other. I turned to him and said, "YOU ARE DRUNK!"

He said, "YES I AM and WHY NOT?" He went on to point out that life is really not a bed of roses. You generally don't wake up every day immersed in the joy of living. He's right. As much as I most definitely prefer living to dying its true, every damn day is not exactly sunshine and lollipops.

We do need to make of it what we can even if it means being drunk on a Tuesday night. We don't have kids, we both work, our house is nearly paid off, we're okay but he's right, what is there to life? Life really is what you make of it. What makes your soul sing? I know I address this pretty often but he really had a point last night.

As we drove home he asked if I wanted to stop for ice cream, usually I'm the one asking and he reluctantly agrees but last night he asked ME to stop! He said, "it's ICE CREAM, why not? Let's enjoy it!" I love this, I hope this stays with him. When we stopped for the ice cream there were two women on the bench and they offered to move over so we could sit, I said I needed to stand after such a big dinner but we started a fun conversation with them, hubby rarely talks to strangers but last night he engaged EVERYONE in conversation, it was fun.

I don't think I want or need to actually be physically drunk all the time but I'd like to kinda live this feeling from him a bit more often. Yeah, I'm fuckin' drunk so make somethin' of it, go ahead, I'm serious, make something of it!