Yesterday's Party Girl

I've finally resumed walking on a regular basis. Haven't achieved any weight loss yet, but I think this may finally be the week, my fourth, when the scales start to tip in my favor!

I have a little amusement during my weekend morning walks, usually Sunday mornings, while I look for "yesterday's party girl." I can almost always pick one out. This is the girl who is walking up the beach in some form of street clothing, shoes in hand, who appears to be hungover, confused, and/or ashamed of herself. She (and this is all pure conjecture on my part) appears to be going back to wherever she's supposed to be, having spent the night and awakened somewhere other than where she expected to.

Yesterday's party girl was a little different from the norm, in that she was about 10 years older than me. She was walking down the beach in dressy shorts, clutching her business casual blazer to her chest, and looked absolutely ashamed, as if she were thinking, "I've gotta get back to my room before they realize I was out all night."

I tend to assume that copious amounts of alcohol are involved in such indiscretions, and this woman in particular certainly didn't look the part. In fact, she was almost frumpy. And I could be entirely wrong. It still provides me with food for thought and a reminder of one of the gazillion reasons I'm glad I don't drink anymore.