My healthy living is taking a bit of a hit these past two days. Yesterday was going fine until my buddy calls me up to see if I want to have a few beers. Of course I say yes and next thing I know he's at my door with another friend and 24 beers (at least they were light beers). 3 hours and 8 beers later, they leave only to have my doorbell ring 20 minutes later. Its my other friend who said he was coming, but got held up at work (we just assumed he'd forgotten or gotten drunk somewhere else...he's like that). I, being the good host couldn't just tell him to fuck off since I was getting ready to go to sleep, so in he comes for a drink or two. Problem being, there are no more beers so out comes the vodka and OJ (at least I didn't use coke as mix). Had a few of those and next thing I know its 1am and I'm going to bed.

Ahh well I thought, one day's indiscretion won't slow me down, I'll just try working out to my gay dancercize workout video tonight. Oh, wait a minute, its my friend on the phone wanting to know if I feel like going out for wings. Before I started this little adventure, the two things I told myself I wouldn't give up are beer and St. Louis wings. Well, I'm a man of my word so I of course, again, said yes I'd love to go to St. Louis tonight. God help me.