I was a half a step away from a dance this evening. It just felt right. I was going to grab a pint and go to the game, reasoning the game would be more pleasant at least half a pint in. My mind was made up. It was going to happen. And then it didn’t. And I was grateful for the didn’t within a half an hour or so. I imagined how it would have felt to have been at the game half inebriated. I wouldn’t have been sloppy, or anywhere near it, but I would have most certainly been less. I would be less right this minute. And I would most certainly be less tomorrow. I would most certainly rather be more.
