To Z... on The Project for Development of Alcohol-Liking

Tonight I decided to get drunk, or at the very least, to drink *something*. So, I found an airplane bottle of Cognac, one of those freebies you get on a long flight - half empty from some previous attempt to drink it.

Feeling so adultish - I'm here, drinking cognac, no one can tell me not to, etc. - I pour it into an airplane glass (borrowed!!), the kind you receive "filled" with a .0004/cup's worth of orange juice on a morning flight going to somewhere you kinda, at that point in the flight, wish you weren't. Beentsy cup notwithstanding, I sit down with my tea and toast and pug, and began my private evening commitment: Tonight, We (the royal) Will *Have* a Drink. There is only .0000000078 of a 'glass' worth of the stuff, so how hard can that be, right?

Two teensy swallows later, the word 'eiew' comes to mind.

Long and short, I'm in my pajamas with the tea gone and the pug licking a bone, it's almost midnight, and the cognac is still sitting there; it is mocking my attempt at alcoholism. I can see right now I have to enjoy drinking more in order to foster that enviable membership in Alcoholics Anonymous. Or maybe someday they'll make alcohol tablets, so one doesn't even have to drink to get falling down, blind-drunk!

Now THAT would be progress.