vodka + your REM cycle

I went to a happy hour last night at South of Beale to support my friends at Mark's Menus. I'd only intended to have one drink, maybe two, then head home for dinner and a trip to the gym and some guitar practice.

Next thing I knew it was 8 p.m. and I'd had three vodka-sodas and the Vienna Boys' Choir in my head was singing "You can't HAAAAANG!"

I got home around 8:15, had a little something to eat and then laid on my couch, watching the television signal flicker in and out with the worsening storm. And then, at 8:45 p.m., without a single ounce of shame, I got in bed, read a chapter in my book and went to sleep.

I've got to be better about sticking to my two-drink-maximum-on-a-school-night rule. But I will say this -- sometime in the midst of all that incredible REM cycle, I had the most realistic dream that I was slapping someone. Right in the face. The kind of slap that would be necessary to deliver while shouting, "Get yourself TOGETHER man!"

I have no idea what pent-up aggression I had going on that might've inspired THAT little gem. And maybe it was the vodka. But I must say -- aside from that time I dreamed I was standing in my walk-in closet being hugged by 15 Abercrombie models, it was nearly the most satisfying dream EVER.


cheers,
elizabeth