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Those Lazy Beer Drinkers

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One of the downsides of living a thousand miles away from all family is that we really don’t get out without Soren very often. Friends offer to babysit, but everybody is always super busy and I hate to ask people to do stuff for us. Good babysitters are very expensive. This is probably horrifying, but since Soren was born (10/2009), Ben and I have been out without him for date-like activities maybe, like, at most, 10 times, and I think I’m overestimating.

We figured out pretty early that the easiest, most cost-effective way to do date-like activities without Soren is to take the day off work, drop Soren off at daycare, and go out during the daytime on a weekday. We did this yesterday (Ben had the day off anyway, because he has one of those jobs that hasn’t seen a holiday it didn’t like).

Yesterday’s date-like activities really brought home the fact that we’re not the exciting party people you might have thought we were. First, I brought Ben to the gym (he is not a gym person) for an exciting treadmill run. Then I had runner’s tummy for about two hours. That was great. Then we finally went to the Great Divide Tap Room for some beer. We’d been wanting to go there forever, but it seemed like the kind of place that isn’t good to bring a toddler. This turned out to be true — it gets very crowded and you might not get a place to sit, plus they don’t have food (they might have beer nuts, but I think that’s it). (Denver Beer Co. is a good option if you want a kid-friendly brewery — adults : beer :: toddlers : fresh giant pretzels.) I had two beers — a Hercules (strong!) and a Titan.

The problem is that at this point in my life, when I start drinking in the afternoon, I have two options: (1) I can continue drinking and be either shitfaced or on the verge of shitfacedness until well into the evening; or (2) I can stop drinking before dinner or maybe have one or two beers, very slowly, over the next few hours, and then be cranky, tired, bored, and almost completely useless for the rest of the day. Yesterday, being the responsible, not-totally-shitfaced parent I am, I went with option #2. Ugh. It was sweet relief the second I decided to crawl into bed with the latest issue of Sports Illustrated.

The good news is that when you’re that bad at drinking, you pretty much never wake up with a hangover the next day.

Written by Tracy

February 21st, 2012 at 2:57 pm

Posted in and life,Denver,Drinking beer

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