-OH
Last night was c.k.’s birthday, and quite the diverse group went to a local brewery. At said brewery they sell a “beer” that is >9.4% alcohol…a point that I missed before ordering one. I’d like to say I didn’t know that fact when the second one appeared at my table and I drank it down, but I cannot. I’m not entirely sure how I missed the math of 20 fluid ounces of something about as strong as baileys not being the best idea on an empty stomach, but, well, here we are the following morning. Thank whatever power you thank that j.o. was there to say, “ah, you’re done”. Apparently his math was still working.
The point of all this is that at some point last night I realized why I enjoy drinking to a slight excess. It’s not so much because of the way I feel as the way people react to me…and I guess the way that makes me feel. That’s not nearly as coherrent as I had hoped it would be.