The letter
Dear Alcohol,
First and foremost, let me tell you that I'm a huge fan of yours. My
friend, you always seem to be there when needed. The perfect post-work
cocktail, a beer with the game, and you're even around in the holidays
hidden inside chocolates as you warm us when we're stuck in the midst of
endless family gatherings. Yet lately I've been wondering about your
intentions. While I want to believe that you have my best interests at
heart, I feel that your influence has led to some unwise consequences,
briefed below for your review.
1. Phone calls:
While I agree with you that communication is important, I question the
suggestion that any conversation of substance or necessity takes place
after 2 a.m. Why would you make me call those ex-boyfriends/girlfriends
when I know for a fact they do not what to hear from me during the day,
let alone all hours of the night?
2. Eating:
Now, you know I love a good meal and, though cooking is far from my
specialty, why you suggested that I eat a kabob with chilli sauce, along
with a big Italian hoagie and some stale chips (washed down with
chocolate
Nesquik and topped off with a Kit Kat all after a few cheese curls and
chilli cheese fries) is beyond me. Eclectic eater I am, but I think you
went too far this time.
3. Clumsiness:
Unless you're subtly trying to tell me that I need to do more yoga to
improve my balance, I see NO need to hammer the issue home by causing me
o
fall down, it's completely unnecessary. The black and blue marks that
appear on my body mysteriously the next day is beyond me. Similarly, it
should never take me more than 45 seconds to get the front door key into
the lock.
4. Pictures:
This can be a blessing in disguise, as it can often clarify the last
point
below, but the following costumes are banned from ever being placed on
my
head in public again: Indian wigs, sombreros, bows, ties, boxes,
upside-down cups, inflatable balloon animals, traffic cones, or bras.
Also,
what is with you making me take pictures with people I
clearly don't like when I'm sober, yet they suddenly become my best
friends
when a flash is presented?
5. Beer Goggles:
If I think I may know him/her from somewhere, I most likely do not.
Please
do not request that I go over and see if in fact, I do actually know
that
person. The phrase 'let's F***' is illegal ! from now on. While I may be
thinking this, please reinstate the brain-to-mouth-block that would stop
this thought from becoming a statement, especially in
public. Please stop me from talking to the guy/girl with the crooked
teeth,
acned-up face, bad breath, beer belly, etc. Why are they so appealing to
me
while I'm with you and why are they so disgusting to me the next morning
after you have worn off??
6. Furthermore:
The hangovers have GOT to stop. This is getting ridiculous now. I know a
little penance for our previous evening's debauchery may be in order,
but
the 3 p.m -hangover immobility is completely unacceptable. My entire day
is
shot. I ask that, if the proper precautions are taken (water, vitamin B,
bread products, aspirin) prior to going to bed/passing out facedown on
the
kitchen floor with a bag of popcorn, the hangover should be minimal and
in
no way interfere with my daily Saturday or Sunday (or any day for that
matter) activities. C'mon now, it's only fair - you do your part, I'll
do
mine.
Alcohol, I have enjoyed our friendship for some years now and would like
to
ensure that we remain on good terms. You've been the invoker of great
stories, the provocation for much laughter, and the needed companion
when I
just don't know what to do with the extra money in my pockets. In order
to
continue this friendship, I ask that you carefully review my grievances
above and address them immediately. I will look for an answer no later
than
Thursday 3pm (pre-happy hour) on your possible solutions and hopefully
we
can continue this fruitful partnership.
Thank you from your biggest fan,
First and foremost, let me tell you that I'm a huge fan of yours. My
friend, you always seem to be there when needed. The perfect post-work
cocktail, a beer with the game, and you're even around in the holidays
hidden inside chocolates as you warm us when we're stuck in the midst of
endless family gatherings. Yet lately I've been wondering about your
intentions. While I want to believe that you have my best interests at
heart, I feel that your influence has led to some unwise consequences,
briefed below for your review.
1. Phone calls:
While I agree with you that communication is important, I question the
suggestion that any conversation of substance or necessity takes place
after 2 a.m. Why would you make me call those ex-boyfriends/girlfriends
when I know for a fact they do not what to hear from me during the day,
let alone all hours of the night?
2. Eating:
Now, you know I love a good meal and, though cooking is far from my
specialty, why you suggested that I eat a kabob with chilli sauce, along
with a big Italian hoagie and some stale chips (washed down with
chocolate
Nesquik and topped off with a Kit Kat all after a few cheese curls and
chilli cheese fries) is beyond me. Eclectic eater I am, but I think you
went too far this time.
3. Clumsiness:
Unless you're subtly trying to tell me that I need to do more yoga to
improve my balance, I see NO need to hammer the issue home by causing me
o
fall down, it's completely unnecessary. The black and blue marks that
appear on my body mysteriously the next day is beyond me. Similarly, it
should never take me more than 45 seconds to get the front door key into
the lock.
4. Pictures:
This can be a blessing in disguise, as it can often clarify the last
point
below, but the following costumes are banned from ever being placed on
my
head in public again: Indian wigs, sombreros, bows, ties, boxes,
upside-down cups, inflatable balloon animals, traffic cones, or bras.
Also,
what is with you making me take pictures with people I
clearly don't like when I'm sober, yet they suddenly become my best
friends
when a flash is presented?
5. Beer Goggles:
If I think I may know him/her from somewhere, I most likely do not.
Please
do not request that I go over and see if in fact, I do actually know
that
person. The phrase 'let's F***' is illegal ! from now on. While I may be
thinking this, please reinstate the brain-to-mouth-block that would stop
this thought from becoming a statement, especially in
public. Please stop me from talking to the guy/girl with the crooked
teeth,
acned-up face, bad breath, beer belly, etc. Why are they so appealing to
me
while I'm with you and why are they so disgusting to me the next morning
after you have worn off??
6. Furthermore:
The hangovers have GOT to stop. This is getting ridiculous now. I know a
little penance for our previous evening's debauchery may be in order,
but
the 3 p.m -hangover immobility is completely unacceptable. My entire day
is
shot. I ask that, if the proper precautions are taken (water, vitamin B,
bread products, aspirin) prior to going to bed/passing out facedown on
the
kitchen floor with a bag of popcorn, the hangover should be minimal and
in
no way interfere with my daily Saturday or Sunday (or any day for that
matter) activities. C'mon now, it's only fair - you do your part, I'll
do
mine.
Alcohol, I have enjoyed our friendship for some years now and would like
to
ensure that we remain on good terms. You've been the invoker of great
stories, the provocation for much laughter, and the needed companion
when I
just don't know what to do with the extra money in my pockets. In order
to
continue this friendship, I ask that you carefully review my grievances
above and address them immediately. I will look for an answer no later
than
Thursday 3pm (pre-happy hour) on your possible solutions and hopefully
we
can continue this fruitful partnership.
Thank you from your biggest fan,
