Why aren’t I drunk? I mean like RIGHT NOW? I should totally get drunk!

Why? Because in approximately a week, I’ll be a daddy, and then, the party’s over.

It wouldn’t be so bad, except for the fact that I came to the party so late. I was never a hard fast liver, always responsible before my time. But now, all of a sudden, I find myself closing the place, and wishing I’d had one or two binges before last call. It feels like all the stools are already up on the bar except for the one I’m sitting at, nursing my last scotch and smoke.

Starting in a week, it’s all diapers, night-feeding, Diego, and on a good day, maybe some Kung Fu Panda. Iron Man V will be available for home download before I get to see a movie I want in the theater again.

>sigh<

But whatever, you know? The good part about being a generally clean liver and a homebody is that I’m not giving up all that much. Just the freedom to DECIDE not to get drunk/stoned/on a plane to Vegas/etc. If that’s the biggest price I have to pay for a child to love who will pass on my DNA to future generations, well then it’s one I pay gladly.

But still… I should get drunk.