June 26, 2009
Careful driving seemed to be the choice words of the day. Careful driving, I repeated, keeping an eye on my mom as she wheeled herself down the walkway and into her car slowly. Later, I was at a bar where birthday girl Nicolette twirled around in a classical floral gown, smooching me in front of her work friends. I ordered a five dollar draft of Arcadia Sky High Rye, miserly aligning the level of my drink to my time left. When I said my goodbyes, Nicolette shouted, Careful driving! You're so cool, I never know when your drunk!