We are heading off to Campeche this morning with our friends Barbara and Jack and I'm a little anxious about it. I've found another reason why I drink. It's not always because I want to drink. It's not always because others want me to drink. Sometimes it's because I can't tolerate others when they are drinking. And sometimes I can't tolerate myself when I'm not drinking. Last night we had Jack and Barbara over for pizza so we could plan our trip. We didn't get much planning done but they got some beer drinking done and the cap'n got some rum drinking done and then we fed the workers that were still there at 9:00 pm some pizza and then we fed our contractor and his girlfriend who showed up at 9:30 pm some pizza. Everybody was having a great time. Except me. I just wanted everyone to go home so I could take a shower and have some peace and quiet. I'm no fun anymore and I hate that.
So today I'm out there doing my best to tickle my fun bone or do my best at faking it and thanking God for new journeys.
I'll write from Campeche.