22. May 2016 by swissfitchick
Happy Hour is my happy time. I mean, I am a healthy person, I watch my intake and I do my best to move my butt several times a week, I eat low sugar and drink more water than seems humanly possible, but if I can get two glasses of wine instead of one, then well, count me in. I might be some kind of a mutt, minus the dog part, but let’s be honest, it’s all about moderation. Because balance, bruh.
We’re not talking about canine abilities in today’s post though and before you raise your sketchy eyebrows or two, grab your favorite drink and tune in.
If we’d go for happy hour, I’d order some dry Sauvignon blanc or a beer. Oh sure, I changed my flavor taste and really starting to like beer. Different from the time 24 years ago, when it felt like forcing down this unpleasant liquid trying not to throw up a little bit in my mouth and later on the street, I actually enjoy it today. Tastebud training advanced.
If we were at Happy Hour, I’d tell you that my schedule the past 2-3 weeks has been so fuckin’ crazy, I don’t even know whether I’m coming or going. I’d ask you to knock me down so I will be forced to sleep for at least a week. As massively extroverted as I am, I feel socially tired and that means a thing. Yet, I am never the one turning down my peeps requests to hang out, because they are my everything. May bombs explode in my house, laundry creating forms of mountains, sleeping hours minimized – I will always be there when they need me. Priorities.
Other than that, I would make it clear to you, that I am far from the urge to talk about myself. I have had a catchy few months since being back from the trip and all I want is to be left alone with the things right now. No words of solace, no distraction, no excitation, no analyses. Simply my space and time to live my life. I want to see my friends happy faces and that is all. I want to go out with my cameras, I want to isolate and write, I want to be left in a pool of my own sweat after training and I want to tackle my future which holds a new job and my absolute favorite season – summer – for me.
Enough being said, if were at Happy Hour, I would suggest that you listen to that song. One of my former team colleagues and today’s good friend sent me this the other night and I am hooked.
If we were at Happy Hour, I’d call the cute waiter to serve us another two drinks. It would be five minutes after Happy Hour, but since we know how to deal – and especially how to deal with the womanly sass and the coyly smile – hence we’d get a secret extension of the happy hour without a wink. Insert audible squealing.
If we were at Happy Hour and sipping on our fourth drink, we would laugh. A lot. Because it is what life is all about and where would we end up without that pinch of humour? My laughing mood is the size of Grand Canyon as well as my mouth when at it and there is room to grow. Aforementioned, big is good.
Cheers, Babes. Seize the new week. What do you drink?