I do my very best and most prodigious drinking when my parents are in town. Not necessarily because they drive me crazy, but because they are assiduous adherents to cocktail hour; and it's no fun to bail on my parents' daily cocktail hour.
Especially when cocktail hour happens at noon on a Saturday.
I almost forgot how underrated day drinking is, until just now when I had a big, strong gin and tonic for lunch. I don't usually get to have G&Ts for lunch, because during the week I have a job called working, and on the weekends I have a job called parenting.
Both of which, sadly, vastly interefere with my day drinking.
My parents are visiting though, which means two things: (1) there will inevitably be more drinking than usual; and (2) I can drink a G&T for lunch and they will go into the cul de sac and play soccer with my kids while I pass the eff out for several hours to sleep it off.
Anyone who knows me knows that I am by no means an alcoholic. But nor am I afraid to admit how much I truly, madly, and deeply love a good weekend day drunk completely devoid of responsibilities.
Hashtag blessed, Hashtag grateful, Hashtag grandparents-enabled-day-drinking.