Last weekend was
exceptional to me in more ways than one. For one thing, I spent two
consecutive days socializing. Usually I’d spend one day
socializing and the next “detoxing”, avoiding social
interaction as much as possible. But not last weekend.
On Saturday, I had a relatively new acquaintance come over, which hasn’t happened in quite a few years. I’d arranged with a university colleague that he’d drop by, which he did. We spent a few hours writing music and discussing various subjects more and less related to it.
It actually even gave me a new experience. Collaborative writing - music or otherwise - is something I hadn’t done until that day, much less thought seriously about. But I enjoyed it. I especially liked how our minds worked as if in sync - we had very similar ideas about where the song should go. I was almost sad that he had to leave as early as he did.
The next day I spent out in a bar with more colleagues. We were supposed to discuss literature, but the conversation flowed mostly to less related topics. Nevertheless, it was a fun few hours, even if I was probably only half as drunk as the others by the end of it. Then again, I keep a close eye on my own drinking anyway.
There’s really only been one time I was drunk in the most literal sense. I won’t go into much detail, but let’s just say that I felt absolutely horrible the next morning. That third Jack Daniel’s was too much, to say the least. And that incident is one of the reasons I’m a very careful drinker.