The First Step Is Admitting You Have a Problem

My own mother is encouraging me to drink and write. Doesn't she know that that is a dangerous combination?

Let's be honest, I did crack another beer...

And here I am, composing another post. Now, if only I remmebered how to sepll.

Whatever, I'm an awesome drunk-speller. I did just get 60 points on words 2ith friends for "moot". Yeah, that's right. I am awesome.

Now if only I didnj't keep having to get up to pee...

Seriously, though, as hilarious as I am, drinking and posting is a real issue with people all over the internet. And our biggest tool (haha, "tool") to combat this very real danger? Awareness.

So, if you know someone who is drinking and blogging, please. Make them aware, that you are aware.

That is all.

You Can't Prove That

*Pretends it hasn't been forever since she last posted*

So, Deirdre and I were walking home from work today, and this GINORMOUS bee suddenly dropped down between us and hovered for a moment, keeping pace with us.

If I didn't know better, I could have sworn I heard the bee say, "Hellooo ladies!" in his most pimp-daddiest of bee voices. He then stretched his wings around both of our shoulders and said, "What's a-BUZZin?"

OK, that's not true. The wings around our shoulders part, not the other stuff. That other stuff totally happened.

It's possible that I have had two beers, and am a light weight, and therefore am mildly-buzzed-(see what I did there?)-posting. Which is probably better than drunk-posting, which could lead to many tears and regrets later. It's possible. But you can't prove anything.

Uh oh, Cold as Ice by Foreigner just came on...time for a dance break.

That was awesome. I have some sweet moves. And you can't prove that I don't, because you did not just see what went down on that dance floor AKA my rug.

This concludes your evening of Drinking With Julia.

Please tip your waitresses. Or waiters. Tip somebody.