PatSanto Says:

Everyone, year after year, expresses dismay when he or she learns that I have done nothing to celebrate St. Inebretius, on March 17, the day of my youngest brother’s birth. I rarely answer coherently or rationally; this year, as my walls are greenly-painted, I am hosting a post-Pat’s.

I want to expound, but I just don’t feel the need, energy, or inspiration.

So, here’s what I’ve learned about alcohol:

* about half is enough

* when one starts to feel good, one is halfway to not-good

* hindsight is harsh, self-critical, and inevitably more wise than foresight which spys a desired bottle and desolate stretch of time

* alcoholic regrets are never worth the remembering unless something worthwhile and lasting has come from them (my current score is zero, unless we’re looking at a cumulative scale of bad decisions)

I could go on, but that would waste precious minutes I’ve alloted to drinking.