So last weekend I decided that my drunken ways needed a look at. I have been going out every weekend and spend a fortune every Fri/Sat getting my self totally blotto for a long long time without break. This weekend was that break.
I’v been hounded this weekend by the normal texts and messages to go out for which I have politely declined and just kept my head below the radar. Some might argue why can’t you just go out and not drink, or just have a couple? I have realised that this suggestion is not compatible for me when I’m in the vicinity of an alcohol serving bar.
Being wasted just makes the whole experience worthwhile, once I have about 3 pints thats the point of no return. Why would you want to go out and sit in a noisey room with tables and chairs and maybe a pool table and sit there all night drinking diet coke and chatting with people… lol people really are not that interesting (including me), their lives are generally fairly dull and in the week since you last saw them nothing much has happened. You can talk about shared interests etc but you might as well do that anywhere at anytime.
Alass getting smashed in a pub or club is in my opinion the only reason to bother with them. Yours might be different, you may love to dance all night or um.. play pool.. or try and pickup some drunken teenager like a scumbag? heh.
Its Sunday morning and I feel great, you see there is the dark side to getting smashed and thats the physical, psychological and financial implications. I normally would wake up between 12-2 after a night out and proceed to do nothing for most of the day with much joint pain, head aches and a total feeling of low self worth and general urgh. Bank statements normally show up at least £70+ spent, owing to how much I can drink and also the fact a proportion of folks in the bear and esq (where we normally end up) are flat losers who can’t afford rounds but will happily accept a drink off you.
I’m trying to figure out what i’v lost by not going out this weekend but can’t. I chat to my friends when i’m not out drinking and most of the people I only talk to when I see them out I honestly couldn’t give a shit about, however much I’m nice and chummy when pissed.
Methinks i’ll keep my sober ways up for as long as possible and concentrate more on other things.
October 26th, 2009 at 10:21 am
Try being the driver! This makes things interesting. I drive friends to a beautiful country pub, well known for its quality of local real ale and cider… I look at the bar. Remember that my car is parked in the car park and that I have to drive home. And order a pint of coke
Driving is wonderful… On a related note, since my weekend plans were fouled up I think perhaps I should plan to drive up and see you. We could drive over and Visit Andrew as he lives only a short drive from you.