Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Tequila the Wonder Drug


My neighborhood looked like this yesterday morning.

I've been dragging myself through life the past couple of weeks. Gray sky inside my head. Mail piling up. Tasks accumulating. The layer of dust over everything in my house growing thicker. A dead plant on top of the armoire in the front hallway. Tired. So fucking tired. 

It occurred to me that I'm drinking too much wine. There was a time when I was making a point of not drinking. After my mom's fall on Thanksgiving and the post-fall rules which dictated she could have a mere 2 ounces of martini every evening, I decided I'd top that by foregoing alcohol all together Monday through Thursday. Things were pretty wobbly in Pillville back then. I needed every bit of focus I could muster. Then things changed. And I needed every ounce of wine I could justify. I'm never sure how these transitions get made here in Pillville. I'm just the boss of everything here in Pillville, and I guess, being the boss of wine, I declared that I should have more.

Yeah, so, yesterday I cooked my weekly dinner for my L.A. friends. (Chicken and cauliflower curry, roasted carrots and cucumber salad.) 

                                                            This is the chicken and cauliflower curry.




We had tequila afterwards. And chess pie. And more tequila. And more pie. And cookies. And more tequila. Honest to god, I thought I'd killed myself. And then this morning I woke up feeling fabulous and felt fabulous all day. I actually did stuff. Rectified all of the above-mentioned problems, plus called doctor's offices for my mom and sat on hold and then explained that no, she doesn't owe them money, that they have to bill her supplementary insurance (I'd had a complete mental block against doing this until today.) I ran errands like a champ, filed all the papers that had been teetering on every surface in my room, did laundry, made up the beds for guests, caulked the crack around my fireplace molding,  texted the Someone (which I'd been dreading) and asked about a check I thought I had coming, and THEN a neighbor brought a mis-delivered piece of mail to my door which turned out to be a check from the Someone. 

I mean. Really. It's got to be the tequila. Right?




10 comments:

Ms. Moon said...

Well, of course! There is no doubt. No doubt at all.

CameronShue said...

Definitely the tequila. The wonder drug…

CameronShue said...

Definitely the tequila. The wonder drug…

lily cedar said...

This almost tempts me to drink tequila again:)

Elizabeth said...

I've heard stories of kids put under general anesthesia that stop having seizures when they wake up. So, yes, it might have been the tequila.

And that photo is OUTRAGEOUS! Were you "on tequila" when you shot it?

Joanne said...

This reminds me that I need to drink martinis more often. No doubt it was the tequila at all.

Catherine said...

I don't know about that--that it was the tequila. That curry looks sumptious. And cucumber salad and roasted carrots with it,....ummm. Topping it off with chess pie and never mind the cookies even. Hell, I wouldn't even need the tequila.

Steph(anie) said...

Damn right it was the tequila. Not to say you should make a habit of it :)

37paddington said...

Oh my God, where's the tequila...? It definitely needs to be on the menu over here!

Not Blank said...

Really impressed by you not getting a hangover.