Why not Wednesdays

You know you’re too drunk when even TBC won’t talk to you. He is, however, pimping me out to his co-worker, so I may forgive his transgressions.

In college, we called them “why not Wednesdays” because people would say, “You’re going drinking on a Wednesday?” To which we would reply, “Why not?!” Thus borne “why not Wednesdays”. (And by “we”, I mean “me” because let’s face it, I had no friends.) But that was in college and although I’m much older, I’m clearly none the wiser. I did not set an alarm this morning, but woke up at my usual “sleeping-in” time of 6:05. I felt like a champ until I stumbled my way into the bathroom and realized I was still a little drunk. But why should I let being drunk stop me from working now so I showered and made it in like a trooper. So the worst part of it is, I’ve been more productive today than I have all week. It disgusts me and makes me proud all at the same time.