Why can't cocaine be legal instead of alcohol?

Extemporaneous adventures this weekend abounded. I ended up in NYC at 4 am Saturday morning. With 3 bottles of beer and a glass of wine in me. No, I wasn't driving. I was the backseat dancer, as a matter of fact. However, my weekend trip excitement crashed into backseat drooling before we even got into Connecticut. Darn alcohol as depressant. Aren't they making the stuff with caffeine now? I wonder if that's worth a shot. I woke up in a haze in Brooklyn and was swiftly escorted to a urinal/elevator. (My eyes were telling me it was an elevator, but my nose was telling me a much different story.) But once up in the hostess' apartment, I could see why she lived across the bridge. Her apartment was freaking huge. It was 3 bedrooms for the same price we paid for our 2 bedroom in Jamaica Plain! Work it! Immediately, we were treated to Caipirinhas complete with freshly crushed limes. That cachaca is one alcohol that has the power to defy all dilution attempts, I noticed. Uf. A step down from a sterilizer, really. Perhaps it was the late hour and the hangover I already had that made my tastebuds run and hide under my tongue. I couldn't finish my drink. (No, really.) I blurted out I was going to bed, hastily retreated to the guest room, and promptly fell asleep.

Next thing I know, it's 7:30 am and my boyfriend is barely making his way into to bed. Since this is about my workday wake up time, I, well, wake up and of course can not get back to sleep. So, Hello, New York!

More later...