It was good to see an old Brandon friend in the big city. Trevor, my parents neighbour from Brandon since I was 3 , was in town for his girlfriends curling bonspiel. So on Thursday night before he flew back that night, I picked him up from his hotel and we drove all the way back to my place to check it out and then headed to East Side Mario’s for some grub. Good to catch up with an old friend.

Then on Saturday I headed into work in the morning to finish up some software that we were going to release. By mid afternoon I was done and Shaun and myself headed to Woody’s to have a few cold ones and shoot some deers. After getting my ass kicked, the plan was to just have a few drinks and watch the Flames game on TV.

Now let’s step back for a moment. Back to when I had a tolerance for alcohol. There’s been countless times, when I would lose count of how many drinks I would have in a night, and wake up the next day feeling fine, with sometimes a small headache. Well a few drinks turned into several, enough that I was happy, but not enough to go over the edge. Well the next morning I felt like crap and today turned into a write-off.

I’ve lost my tolerance. I can only hang my head in shame.