well, I got stood up by my boyfriend today. Yesterday was my bday and we were going to go out and eat Mexican tonite. Instead, the intense temptation of parades and booze drew him to the French Quarter. And i was forgotten.

My parents talked me into going out to eat with them at a local place that just opened back up today. Prior to the storm a load of us would all meet there once or twice a month to eat. We were a loud bunch. Tonite, just us three, it was quiet. Ralph, came to the table to get our drink order and remembered us from before the storm. I order a sprite and my parents got themselves each a Coors. Ralph throws his arms in the air and hollars, 'Oh my lord, what dat storm done did to you bae'. Well everyone around us is leaning their ear closer to hear whats going on at our table. I just looked at him and said im not drinking tonite. I want a sprite. He threw a hissy fit over me drinking a sprite.

I don't think i'll be going there to eat if Ralph is working.

It did bring the reasoning of me not drinking anymore to the forefront with my parents. They both started asking questions and i was honest and told them why. They promised to not bring any type of booze around me and if they do bring any into the house, It will be hidden well. Now, that wine rack, that still aint going no where. My mom said she'll just hide the wine opener. I laughed and said if i want it that bad, i'll still get the cork out of it. So, i think what she's going to do is put empty bottles in the rack and the full bottles hidden somewhere in the house. They told me how much they've worried about me with the drinking i've done. I do recall my mom quite often calling me a lush. So sweet of her. But the truth, no longer.

...so, that's how my evening went.