i decided the previous entry was too sad, and i didn't want to see pages of "i'm so sorry", so i'm changing the entry. it's still there if you want to hit that little "previous entry" button.
i have decided that my body is getting accustomed to going out all the time again. there have been several points in my life where my body has been like this. not just your typical going out regularly thing, but going out hardcore every night, while still doing lots of work. the first big time was probably in college, when I never had less than a half gallon of jack in my freezer. i lived off the stuff.
the second coming was when i was working at a company that had obscene amounts of money, working obscene hours, and going out with the same people when we finished our 16 hour workdays. we basically owned this triumvirate of places owned by the same person. a restaurant, a jazz bar, and a cigar bar. all connected. we would regularly get $15,000 bottles of wine.
now, for some god forsaken reason, i am being healthy. less drinking and more biking means my tolerance is absolutely gone. now i'm there truly because i enjoy the people, not the altered state of being around people.
i was planning on going out last night for quite a while. i was planning on going a few places, actually. at the last minute, i backed out to get some work done instead. heresy, i know.
then i slept, and my mind revolted.
it was mad. it wanted to go out a lot more than i thought.
so i spent last night going back to college.
only this time i had a room with a skylight and a hot tub. a hot tub with three prongs so that you could walk around for a little while if you wanted. just imagine the mercedes benz logo without the circle, and with a full hot tob at the end of each prong.
there was a full ensemble cast from my past and present, and everyone was having a good time. people were in many differing states of consciousness, and i was still hosting.
when my alarm finally went off, i was quite rested. i should do that more often.
i have decided that my body is getting accustomed to going out all the time again. there have been several points in my life where my body has been like this. not just your typical going out regularly thing, but going out hardcore every night, while still doing lots of work. the first big time was probably in college, when I never had less than a half gallon of jack in my freezer. i lived off the stuff.
the second coming was when i was working at a company that had obscene amounts of money, working obscene hours, and going out with the same people when we finished our 16 hour workdays. we basically owned this triumvirate of places owned by the same person. a restaurant, a jazz bar, and a cigar bar. all connected. we would regularly get $15,000 bottles of wine.
now, for some god forsaken reason, i am being healthy. less drinking and more biking means my tolerance is absolutely gone. now i'm there truly because i enjoy the people, not the altered state of being around people.
i was planning on going out last night for quite a while. i was planning on going a few places, actually. at the last minute, i backed out to get some work done instead. heresy, i know.
then i slept, and my mind revolted.
it was mad. it wanted to go out a lot more than i thought.
so i spent last night going back to college.
only this time i had a room with a skylight and a hot tub. a hot tub with three prongs so that you could walk around for a little while if you wanted. just imagine the mercedes benz logo without the circle, and with a full hot tob at the end of each prong.
there was a full ensemble cast from my past and present, and everyone was having a good time. people were in many differing states of consciousness, and i was still hosting.
when my alarm finally went off, i was quite rested. i should do that more often.
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Ya know, I think I'd choose the heavy metal band. Good being-a-hot-chick opportunities, much the same dress-set, more yelling indirectly rather than at specific people.