So I'm a little tipsy. So what.

Stressful week, good outcomes. Found an apartment, avoided a challenging landlady, will be in an amazing location. But getting to all that resolution takes a toll emotionally. And today was tough at work, though clearly it'll all be fine.

Tonight I came home ready for (a) queso fundido with margaritas at the good mexican restaurant in the hood, or (b) bottle of wine + bubble bath. Since my brother was up for option a, we got a pitcher of margaritas and had a swell time.

A few margaritas in, he said something like, "You're fun when you're drunk, Annie."

THIS IS THE GENERAL CONSENSUS.

The first time I had drinks with coworkers, I warned them from the get-go that were they to prefer drunk Annie to sober Annie, socially at least, they should keep it to themselves. I've had enough friends share their preference, and it ain't always easy on the ego.

Ultimately I'm glad I'm a fun drunk and all, but since I'm sober 98% of the time, shouldn't that be my best self?

Oh well. I'll take what I've got. Drunk Annie is a good time, after all.