For my last post of 2012, I want to write something a little silly.
It is traditional for people to get plastered on New Year’s Eve. And at sporting events. And at bars and clubs.
But not me.
I’m pretty much a teetotaler. Not by choice, mind you.
It’s just that every time I have an alcoholic beverage, be it beer or wine, I want to retch. Seriously.
I bought a bottle of wine for my twenty first birthday. Just gross.
And when I went to Portland for Sigma Tau Delta, I went to a bar with some friends. Two sips and I wanted to vomit.
Makes me wonder why anyone else drinks. Unless my taste buds are very selective. Or naturally prohibitionist.
Until the new year (tomorrow).