It's a funny thing which I imply to my friends that I am a beer guzzler or your run-o-the-mill hard drinker. Whenever there's an occasion, I always mention if there's alcohol involved -- and if it is enough to make me drunk.

I really don't have that much angst nowadays to justify the euphoria of imbibing Bacchus' gifts. Maybe I do it because I'm happy. Gee, haven't used that word on me in a long, long while.

I don't think I'll live a life of regular drinking. Heck I wouldn't want to have any of them drinks in my fridge. Well maybe a couple of bottles of those fruity-tasting wines. Because you know, I'm such a baby -- I prefer having milk and juices in there.

Hah!