My Thing
Everyone has something.
Something they say.
Something they do.
Some THING that tells your people, your posse, your peeps …
uh oh.
Party’s over.
Time to pack it up and call it a night.
Even if you’re not a drinker, I’m pretty sure you’ll know what I am saying.
You’ve seen them.
They and their over the limit, telltale sign.
Their ‘one too many’ alert.
Their ‘NOW is the time to go home’ moment.
Before I confess to my THING, I must admit that I don’t drink all that much anymore.
Not at all, really.
I mean, there’s an occasional Chicago Bears tailgate.
An every so often Girls’ Night.
A few and far between wedding reception.
But …
That’s pretty much it.
Truth be told, I’m a dud.
With that being said though, when I do partake in one of the above festivities, I very much enjoy a glass or many of wine
& yep.
I have a ‘thing’ I do that signals the night’s end is fast approaching.
I hop.
Uh huh.
Hop.
Not just hop in place hop, although I do that too …
I’m talking Polka dance.
I’m talking pull out those bouncy tunes baby, because I am hop hop hopping right into tomorrow !
weeeeeeeee
For safety and I’d rather not be hungover sake, I make certain to hand out a pre-party head’s up.
PLEASE BE ADVISED:
If you see me hopping in any way, shape or form, kindly bounce me right out that door because it’s time.
It’s time.
Oh yes, it is time.
I guess it could be worse.
I could be a Fighter
or a Whiner
or a Repeater
or an Annoy-er ….
or all of the above.
Nope.
I’m a Hopper.
Hop. Hop.
& with THAT being said …
Here’s to a safe but, extremely Hoppy New Year’s Eve, my friends.
Enjoy.
🙂
