–noun 5. Picture this: Chicago, Monday night. I was sitting in a crowded bar for the first time in my life. I was sitting at a table watching my coworkers dance and sing drunkenly while I sipped on my bottle of water. A handsome coworker came and sat at my table and kept glancing at me, but I was avoiding eye contact. He finally spoke up, when he realized I was never going to look his way:
a fault, defect, or shortcoming
Guy: You're not drinking tonight?
Me: Nope, I don't drink
Guy: *shocked* Like, never?
Me: Nope, not ever
Guy: *pulls over another coworker* Carrie, she doesn't drink
Carrie: Never?
Me: Nope
Guy: Well how long have you been working here?
Me: 2 years
Guy: And they haven't gotten you drinking yet?
Me: *making a stank face* No
Carrie: Do you smoke?
Me: No
Carrie: Curse?
Me: No
Carrie: Have wild sex with lots of men?
Me: Nope, I've only ever been with my husband
Carrie: *giving me a strange face* I'm trying to figure you out. I'm trying to figure out what your vice is.
She came back to me throughout the hour I was there still trying to figure me out. When I was leaving, she shook my hand and said, "it was a pleasure meeting you. But I still don't get you." It made me laugh so hard, because none of what I said was strange. Seriously, who doesn't know plenty of people that don't drink or smoke? She acted like she asked if I breathed and blinked. It did make me wonder what my vice was.
The next morning it became clear. My vice is sleep. I was the first person to leave the bar. I was the only person that didn't have a drink. All 40 of them were up and downstairs for 7 a.m. breakfast. I didn't get out of bed until 9:30- and that was only because I knew they would notice if I wasn't at the 10 o'clock session. I once stayed in bed for 48 hours. I only got up to use the bathroom then I went right back into the bed. My cousin brought all my meals to me, I just couldn't get up. That's a sad claim to fame. I oversleep every single day. It doesn't matter if I go to bed on time or not. I love sleep too much to get out of bed. I'm going to sleep my life away if I don't get it under control. I could sleep for 10 hours every night no problem. I remember one Saturday it was 5 p.m and my mom was making me wake up. She didn't even know I was home that day, let alone that I had been asleep for over 16 hours. I'm thinking over some of my sleep tales and I'm actually ashamed.
So now, I ask you, what's your vice? What's your bad habit that you just can't shake?
**I tried to change my blog for almost 3 hours last Friday night and it kept erring (erroring?) out. So I gave up and went to bed. I'll try again this weekend**
4 comments:
I don't know lots of people who don't drink or smoke. I especially don't know lots of people your age who don't drink or smoke. You haven't had that conversation multiple times? You are a pariah. J/k! Lol. But only about the pariah part. I love sleep, too. The latest my mom would let me sleep was until 1 when I was younger. I'm a night person, what can I say?
Have a baby. You'll quickly get a new vice.
LMAO. I was thinking the same thing as Pserendipity. I hope we are gonna get another "This Week's Hair" post.
Sleep is still my vice! I seriously miss out on quality family time so I can take a nap or three on Saturdays and Sundays.
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