theory of evolution

i have no idea when it happened, but i can tell you the moment i realized it. i was standing in the toilet aisle of home depot, trying really hard to decide whether or not to buy the american standard model, with the 5 year warranty, antibacterial glaze, and the ability to flush a record 154 sheets of toilet paper at one time, or the kohler well-worth model, which while not as flashy as the american standard, brought with it the esteem of the kohler name, and looked like it would match my bathtub and sink fairly well. i'm standing in the aisle, kind of biting my lip, shifting from foot to foot, trying like hell to pick out a toilet, and i was hit with the freight-train of a thought that went something like, "holy crap, THIS is what it feels like to be a grown-up."

keep in mind that the trip to home depot was just the last portion of a string of events over a 36-hour time frame that made my head spin. on friday, i woke up, went to the bank, and rolled over my 401k into an IRA. i went to see momma and grammy for lunch, since i had the day off, got my teeth cleaned, and made a mortgage payment. that night, i went out with my friend jax, and had 1.5 adult drinks. granted, we were at pat o's, by the alamo, but seriously...1.5 drinks. then we went to some townie bar, to see some people jax went to high school with, which we shut down, and where i didn't actually drink anything. i was home and in bed by 2:30. no big deal, right? wrong. wrong. wrong. i woke up saturday morning with A HANGOVER. A HANGOVER--like real bad headache, scratchy eyes, general instability in the gastro-intestinal region, and feeling like my cat forgot to use his box, and used my mouth instead.

hangovers have never really been a problem for me. first off, i'm pretty good (most of the time, exceptions are made for family get-togethters, pasture parties, graduation parties, weddings, ordinations, and funerals) at keeping a tight lid on the drinking, i mean, i'm not 19 anymore (and i did, in fact, drink 9 beers one night and fend off a frat-daddy's advances once, so it's not like i'm all j.v. about being able to hold my own...) in the rare event that i have been overserved, getting things put to rights is as easy as a cold soda (preferrably coca-cola) and a couple of breakfast tacos, with a four-advil chaser. and that's just if things have gotten really, really, fundamentally out of hand, which they very rarely do, most new year's eve celebrations aside...

this hangover was vengeful. there was no cause for it. none at all. and it was during that limnal moment between being hungover and finally feeling moderately ok, while i was standing in the toilet aisle at home depot that i realized that there was no going back. not ever. i have an IRA. i have a house-payment. i have a pet. i have plants that need to be watered and re-potted. i have a body that will punish itself for the most minor over-indulgence or lack of sleep. there has been a change. and even if i sell my house, give away my cat, kill my plants, and run off to some health spa to master cleanse, the real change, the change that's in my head and my heart is just there to stay.

secret is...i kind of like it.

mil besos--rmg