Speaking of mornings, martinis, and motor scooters

We haven't been speaking of martinis lately, but we've been talking about mornings and motor scooters.

Okay, I'm using the imperious "we" sans mouse-in-pocket when what I really mean is "I".

I'm about to lose my train of thought. Have you ever had that happen to you? You can almost see that thought running off into the sunset, suitcase in hand, waving "bye-bye" over its shoulder. You take another sip of your martini and wave "bye-bye" back...

I'm tired because I've been trying to be a morning person all week. It's not really a pretense because I can get up early and do well at it, and I even enjoy getting up early and getting things done.

Truth is, though, I would rather drink martinis at night. But if you drink martinis at night, there's a high likelihood that you won't get up early in the morning. If you quit drinking martinis, there's a higher likelihood that you will get up early. Hmmm.

I last had a martini about a week ago tonight. I usually have martinis almost every night. I decided to give my liver a rest, I guess.

So consequently, I've been getting up early and pretending to be a morning person. Houston and I decided to drink martinis only on Fridays.

Except that today Houston broke down and made a shaker of martinis and our "let's don't drink martinis until Friday" pact fell apart instantly. I have no will power. I'm a shameless martini-drinker.

Which explains the reference in the title of this post to "motor scooters." How can I ride a motor scooter home from the office if I've been drinking martinis???

Good thing I drove the Expedition to work. :)