Sometimes I think I'm far too sensible for my own good. I've never been rebellious. I've always conformed (more or less). But tonight I had a drink. And then another. And then one more for luck. It was completely unintentional, and thank goodness I wasn't alone. Sometimes a person like me needs someone to lead me astray. Someone who is more laid back about stuff, so that some of that can rub off on me.
It may not do any favours for my waistline, but it is good for the soul.