f4f3 | Wise/Wimp, tick one

Well, as far as work nights out go, being home in bed by nine is not exactly Rock and Roll (I should maybe clarify: In my OWN bed. Alone).
I'm chosing to see this as a mark of maturity, though. The drinking started around 4, and I hit a wall around 7. The bar was very busy, I didn't like the feel of the crowd, and I just wasn't in the mood. Instead of suggesting we moved on somewhere, I slipped away sometime after 8. and now I'm tucked up with a good book. Well, with a good MacBook, but sleep will follow.
There's just too much to do tomorrow for me to be out of the game with a hangover I didn't really enjoy getting - why risk enjoying the holidays for a few hours with folk I don't like that much?
So it's off to sleep for me. Boy,