When I was in college I used to drink a lot. Too much, really. After college, I moved in with my best friend from high school (let's call him Steve) and we always had beer in the fridge and we drank a lot of it. This time was about the time I met K and I was deep, deep in the closet and in denial about who I am. (Before you ask, nothing ever happened with Steve.)
I don't really know why I drank so much, but we (Steve and I) both did. We also ate a lot of pizza, mostly because neither of us knew how to cook. I had a good time living there. We were both single with no real responsibility expect to pay our rent every month. I did not even have a real bed, just a mattress on the floor and that was OK with me. I guess things were just simple then.
Today I do not drink very much. I will have a beer or two with dinner when I go out or if I have company over to the house, but except for that, I generally do not drink at home. The kids like pizza so we get that a lot, more than we should.
Tonight I am trying to take some comfort in pizza and beer.
I was supposed to see T last night, but that did not work out. I was not anyone's fault, it's just that life got in the way. Tonight his parents return from being away for a month, so he is spending some time with them (as he should). Tomorrow he is singing at an event for veterans of the Vietnam war. More on that here.
So tonight I am a little melancholy. K has gone to spend the evening, and the night, with AJ. I don't know when I will see T again. I am feeling lonely and sad.
In the end, I ate some pizza and drank two beers. It took me several hours to drink them so there was no "chemical" effect tonight. Now I finally have the kids in bed. Nothing left for me to do now but go to sleep and dream of when I can...