Only now I am incredibly embarrassed, for although I didn't find the amount I had at all too much, it was apparently a ridiculous amount. I'm just going to go hide under a rock now.
Actually, after a little bit of light research, I feel less stupid. I was intentionally drinking it as something other than a post-meal tot, which is less stupid and more weird. (I suppose what would have made it stupid would have been not having a meal--but I did, so all's good.) Weird I can handle and I expect, because most of the alcoholic drinks I actually like, taste-wise, are not the sort that most people would drink in larger quantities. The ones that people do, I don't tend to like--but occasionally drink anyway, like cider. Or beer. Or (pleasedon'tshootmepleasedon'tshootmeple
I can handle being that weird 21-year-old with the sweet-tooth of a child as long as I'm not stupid. It was also a gift, so I don't mind. (:
Thankfully I won't have to deal with this problem for another good long time, for I don't drink very often (unless my mother decides that we should drink and clean, during which I don't control the contents of my glass, anyway).
Great day altogether, though! Went up to NH with my mother to visit my grandparents and my great aunt. We ate a wonderful meal cooked by my grandmother (lovely hot chili and turkey-salad sandwiches which were supposed to be for a picnic meal but weren't due to weather). We walked through Benson's Park, which used to be Benson's Wild Animal Farm and is now a volunteer-created and -maintained public park/nature area (very up my alley); the skies eventually cleared and the sun came out (pleased a few party members, though I stuck with my hat and scarf and the shade). Even got to pick a golden delicious apple from a tree and eat it. Came home, relaxed, finished catching up on Livejournal, eventually got to my through-the-night sipping and now here I am.
I'll head off to bed soon. For now I'm just content to be awake in the late-night/early-morning hours with my candles. It has been nice to feel happy and useful the last few days and I love that tonight I gave myself a real treat of a night. Thank you, self; and thank you, flist, for helping to make it wonderful! It was nice to be back. :D
They say goldfish have no memory; I guess their lives are much like mine and the little plastic castle is a surprise every time. And it's hard to say if they're happy but they don't seem much to mind.
[Ani DiFranco; Little Plastic Castle]