Yesterday, Zak and I got together to “plan our Europe trip” and then to go see the movie The Watchmen. So, we went to Bourbon Street on 46th and proceeded to get extremely drunk and then went to see the movie The Watchmen. This is the second time we have gotten together to “plan” and have instead gotten drunk. There seems to be a breakdown in our planning system that leads us to drink rather than plan. We were both prepared to plan. We both brought travel books. I brought a pen and some paper and we talked broadly about what we wanted to do but no specifics. Certainly not enough specifics given the fact that we won’t have phones or internet access while there and need to know where we’re going before we go. Ah, well. What can you do? We have another planning session scheduled later in the week which we are planning to do at Barnes and Noble. They don’t sell alcohol, right? If so, we may be in trouble. Below is a list of what we had to drink the 1.5 hour planning session yesterday:

Hurricanes (2)

French 75 (2)

Jalapeno Martini (1)

Mint Julep (4)

While it may be sad to find such a breakdown in our planning abilities I think it’s reassuring to know that even as we age, our ability to drink like fish is unimpaired. Such a warm, fuzzy feeling.