Let’s Get Drunk on Life
To drink or not to drink? That was my question. The answer came in a blink of a hangover eye. That’s when I usually ordered another drink. Let me get one thing straight, I didn’t have a problem. People with problems go to meetings. I am a happy-go-tipsy Tzu, so I go to parties.
I wasn’t always into drinking. You could say that I used to be a regular Shih Tzu. My daily routine included 3 walks a day, 2 meals, and endless amount of treats and belly rubs. Sounds like a great life. Yet I’ve always wondered whether there is more to life? And if the answer was yes, then what was it?
Many days went by but I couldn’t find the answer that would satisfy my question. I slept longer than my usual 18 hours a day. I only ate my favorite treats. In the little time I had left between my walks and hanging out with my best friend Paco, I was replaying that brain burning question in my then sober mind. One fine yet less spectacular night, the answer found me.
To make a long story very short, on that particular fine night I walked in on my Momager… (not what you think). She was sitting at the kitchen table surrounded by her friends, sipping on some suspicious dark liquid. At that time Momager seemed to be pretty stressed and depressed which, of course, was not my fault. What at first seemed to be a quiet kitchen gathering turned into lively conversation filled with laughter and jokes. Eureka! That’s when (I thought) I knew the answer. It must be the magic liquid! All I had to do now, was figure out how to get my paws on that magic potion.
I will spare you the details of how I got my paws on my first drink. Just know that no one was arrested and no charges were pressed. After that drink I had become a different Tzu! The Tzu your mother dreams about! (FYI: nightmares are dreams too!)
A couple of years, many fluffin parties, tons of fun and countless drinks later I had the biggest shock of my life. It was the first time I went to Starbucks. I never really had a coffee before as I’m hyper by nature. Some things are better left undone but there is a first time for everything. I ordered the first item I saw on the menu, paid and went to a nearby park to catch a breeze of fresh air. I found a nice quiet spot and finally took my first sip of coffee. I don’t know what I had expected but definitely not that. To my greatest disappointment, what I thought was alcohol turned out to be regular coffee. A damn coffee! All these years I’ve been drinking coffee!
After visiting a few meeting, I was able to process the damage caused by the shock. I’ve realized it was not the alcohol (and it really wasn’t) that was the answer to my question. I was the answer to my question. I was the magic liquid! To wrap things up, if you are looking for the answer to that question, find your inner liquor! Good luck!
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