Jesus, I'm a Lightweight.

No, really, I mean it: Jesus is the reason why I'm a lightweight now. I can't drink as much as I used to. Remember New Year's Eve? Or the days last summer when my drink list for the evening included: 2 margaritas, 1 pop, 1 imported beer, 6 lemon drop shots (two triples), 2 glasses of wine, 2 Mike's hard lemonades, and 1 glass of champagne? Well, those days are gone. They're over. And, it's all because of Jesus. See, I gave up alcohol for Lent. Spending almost 40 days and 40 nights completely sober totally killed my tolerance. I went out with Sid a couple of Mondays ago, and I was wasted after only 3 or 4 Sangrias, a couple of beers, and a chocolate Martini. Same with this weekend, I've been going out with friends and I just can't drink as much as I used to. I get drunker quicker, and I feel like hell the next day. Hmmm ... I've gotta figure out a way to boost my tolerance again. Cinco de Mayo is coming up soon. Lana and Mags are coming in town from Philly and Boston, respectively. (Le Canadien was going to come as well; however, when I told him that he couldn't sleep at my house during his stay, he changed his mind because, you know, 'If we're not going to have sex, why the hell would I fly all the way out there?')