I don’t go out drinking very often, and I don’t drink all that much when I do. My days of getting myself tarted up and looking forward to what Saturday night brings (and potentially Sunday morning) are well in my past.

Today, I went out with a bunch of work colleagues for my first mixology class. Three cocktails, a couple of shots, and some finger food afterwards to soak up the booze.

It was a lot of fun, and I’m glad I did it, but because we started mid-afternoon I was quite merry by dinner time, and I was on the bus home with the sun warming my back.

I just don’t enjoy it much anymore. Nothing good ever comes from the consumption of alcohol. All you’re left with at the end of the night is a sore head and an empty wallet.