I have been the boss of myself since the first of this year.  With no more personal “8 to 5” work demands, there is no Boss’ Day for me this year.   Instead, I would like to honor a former boss, who liked his Budweiser, and often joked about his “low alcohol light” being on when he wanted a drink.  He was like a car when it’s low on oil, and the dashboard “OIL” light serves as a cautious reminder, His flashed, “BUD.”  He never drank on the job, but liked to relax with a cold one after the day was done.  We never had to ask what he wanted to drink.  I was reminded of this yesterday when I wrote the post (#302) about “My Hangover is Hungover,” regarding the aftereffects of too much to drink.

It had been a long time, but I think my “low alcohol light” went completely out this weekend, if not broken.  I drank too much and paid the “dark” consequences the next morning.  As a result, my “low alcohol light” has not glowed or even flickered in the past couple of days, and I don’t expect it to come on for awhile.  We do have a fundraiser at a winery this weekend, but I will be good.  I wrote this poem many years ago that it was time to share:

 

The Light’s On

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Turn this light out,
Whatever it takes.
Fill ‘er up,
My head now aches.
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I’ll take one of these.
And serve me one of those.
Can’t get enough to drink,
Hook up the garden hose.
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Goes in one end,
Then out the other.
Extinguish that light,
I’ll have another.
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My low alcohol light is on,
The beers in me long gone.
My spirits flushed away,
Another drink soon on its way.
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A shot or two,
Should make things right,
Tequila on the rocks,
Oh, and add a Miller Light.
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Line ’em up,
Clear the way.
And make it quick,
Ain’t got all day.
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I’ll sit right here and whine,
Doesn’t matter-red or white.
Just flip my switch,
Turn off this light.
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Pull my chain,
Pass the Dickel. *
As it goes down,
I feel the tickle.

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I’ll be right back,
The light’s still glowing.
I’ll make more room,
Just keep them flowing.

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My low alcohol light is on,
The beers in me long gone.
My spirits flushed away,
Another drink soon on its way.
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Double Martini please,
A straw would be nice.
Hold the Vermouth,
No Olives or ice.
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I’ve gone too far,
A flashing light.
Get this booze,
Out of my sight.
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Things are spinning,
I’m seeing double.
The light’s gone off,
Now I’m  in trouble.
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*See Post #260

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