Despite what Erin will claim (likely within seconds of my posting this) she went out and got drunk last night. She’s sitting next to me yelling “I was NOT drunk” followed by “I’m not yelling either” followed by “you’re making me sound like a horrible wife.”

Now she’s grabbing my nose and telling me “I’d best not post this.” Ouch! That hurt.

You see, Erin doesn’t drink at all, so when she has fifteen or twenty drinks like she did last night, she gets all tipsy and stuff. The worst part of it all is that I wasn’t there to see it.

Now she’s claiming that I was drunk. Whatever. I haven’t had a beer in literally thousands of seconds.

Last night after training was done, I went to the Black Duck for a pint or two of Guiness with the instructor and a bunch of people from work. Anyway, Erin had a going away party for someone at work as well, though at a different bar. She actually did have some alcoholic beverages, which is a rare occurence for her. Last night though, she went a little wild (you know, like those videos that they advertise on TV?) She had as much to drink last night as she had in the past three years, or maybe even more. Ok, so really she only had six or seven girlie drinks - no umbrellas though apparently. I’m giving her a hard time about it (even though I had a few too many Guiness last night.)

When I got home, Erin wasn’t back yet. In fact I was sound asleep by the time she stumbled home. She’s threatening me again - telling me that I need to “fix this sho I don’t shound like a drunkard [hic]” Now she’s hitting me. What a mean person she’s become since she started drinking.

In case you hadn’t gotten the impression, I’m just kidding around with Erin - she didn’t really come stumbling home drunk. In fact if she hadn’t told me that she’d been drinking Cranberry and Vodka last night, I’d have never known.

She’s a really good sport about it all, and I’m lucky enough to have her by my side…