Road Tripper

          I had a huge fight with my mom. Ok, so I did something. More specifically, I went home with a few bottles of alcohol in my system for the third time this week. And yes, I drove my BMW amidst my “drunken state”. But what can I do? With the Christmas parties left and right, I really have no choice. Dare I come to a party and not even have a shot? What kind of a killjoy moron would I be? Everyone’s into the holiday spirit and it’s almost a crime not to celebrate and just be.

         I wasn’t really “drunk” anyway. A little tipsy, for sure, but I’m always aware of when I’m in no more condition to drive. Gawd, I love my BMW to pieces, and I take care of it probably more than I take care of myself. So, would I risk damaging it? No. And when I drive it, it means I still got a hold on myself, and on my driving skills at that. So Mom, stop the irritating sermons. You know how I love my wheels to death and wouldn’t risk being in an accident not to avoid injuring myself but to avoid the slightest dent or scratch on the possession I love most.

          Meanwhile I’ll lock up here in my room while you’re still fuming.