Heavy Drinking
I spent Friday night at a friend’s house celebrating Cinco de Mayo. None of these were Mexican, but we Americans will use any reason to get together and celebrate our friendships with one another. The night was good, the friends were better, and the alcohol was plenty. I think my tally for the night was two of my homebrew stouts, two of my homebrew hard apple ciders, three shots of Goldschlager, two shots of vodka, and a “three captains on a flaming pirate ship.” The stouts and ciders measured in at a hefty 8% alcohol each, so they were more potent than your typical beers. The last drink that I had (the three captains one) had quite a kick to it. It was Jack Daniels, Jose Cuervo, and Captain Morgans. Once the three are mixed, the drink is microwaved for 10-15 seconds, then lit on fire. It was smooth, but potent. I stopped drinking around 1 AM, and left around 2:30. This put me home at 3 AM, and in bed around 3:30. It was a long day, but Saturday was going to be even longer…
I got up Saturday at 1 PM (that’s normal for me,) and headed across town to get a new cat that my wife wanted. That puts us up to 5 cats total. I keep saying that we’re at our limit for pets, but I never can say no to my wife when she comes home and announces that someone wants to give her a cat. The cats sleep with us in bed, and it’s a really good thing that we have a king-sized bed.
Getting the cat took longer than I had anticipated, but I got home in time to call Craing to tell him that he could come over at any time to head to Denver for a party night with some other friends. I unlocked the door for him, and prepared to hop into the shower when my mom called. I chatted with her for about 25 minutes which gave me just enough time to shower before Craing showed up. I was just getting out of the shower when he arrived. I was in the middle of putting my shoes on when Jhianna called to say that she was running late. Our meeting time got moved from 5:30 to 6:30. That gave Craing and me time to head to the mall to get something to eat, pay some bills, and fart around for a few minutes.
We got to Jhianna’s and Savarros’ house at 6:30, and from there we went headed up to Denver for some great food at Maggiano’s Italiian resaraunt. It was prom night, so there were tons of teenagers there in rented tuxedos and fancy dresses. I never went to prom in high school, and I hated most of the people that went there. I was a tortured soul in high school. Even the outcasts didn’t want to have anything to do with me. Seeing all of these preppie people having their “perfect night” made me want to ruin things by smashing their perfect little faces in. I was good and just fantasied about doing it. There were seven of us, and we had a great meal, good wine, and excellent conversation.
We left Maggiano’s around 10 PM, and headed downtown to a club called Polly Esthers. There are three floors in the club. One is dedicated to the 70′s, another to the 80′s, and the third is the 90′s. We stayed the entire night on the 80′s floor. There was lots of dancing, drinking, and general merriment. Everyone danced quite a bit, except for me. You see… I’m very white. I dance like I’m very white. I know that I dance like I’m very white, and I don’t want to subjegate everyone around me to my white man gyrations. I did dance to one song. It was to the Violent Femmes. There’s something about them that make me get up and ignore my whiteness and groove to the song.
When I’m in a club, I usually keep an look out for some eye candy to stare at. I’ll pick a woman, watch her for a few minutes, then move on to the next one. I know, it’s kind of creepy just looking at woman after woman. I’m married, and even if I wasn’t married, I wouldn’t have the balls to walk up to a woman in a club and dance with her. I limit myself to admiring them from a distance, and that’s good enough for me.
This night was different though. All through the night, I was looking for a fight, not a woman. All of the (mostly) repressed aggression that the prom people had brought up was slowly leaking out. I was looking for a way to vent it before something in my body burst. I wasn’t going to start something with some poor bastard just because I was in the mood to cave in someone’s face. They had to earn the privilege of being on the business end of my fury. Jhianna was on the dance floor picking up guys to hook up with the rest of our friends. She was doing a pretty damn good job of it, too! However, there was this one guy that she kept trying to pass off on one of our friends, but the guy kept coming back to Jhianna. He was dancing close to her, but keeping a gentlemanly distance away. I intently watched their dancing to make sure that he wasn’t going to try to take advantage of Jhianna. Craing later remarked that I had my hackles up, and that I was about half a second away from charging the dance floor. In a way, he was right.
The night passed without event (except for one bar fight that I had nothing to do with,) and we piled back into the cars to head to Village Inn and get some more food after drinking all night long. We got to Village Inn, grabbed a table, and had some chow. We sat around talking about the night, and our adventures. It was finally around 4 AM when we all decided to call it quits and head home. We got back to Castle Rock around 4:30, and by that time, I was sober enough to drive. It was hard staying awake because of the hour. Craing and I got to my place around 5:00 AM, and he immediately piled into his car, and headed home. I stumbled into the bed room, got undressed, and quickly fell asleep on the bed.
I woke up about 5 hours later wide awake and feeling refreshed. It was odd. I knew that I hadn’t gotten enough sleep to recharge my batteries, so I went back to bed until around Noon. With most of the weekend wasted drinking it away, I spent what remained of it catching up on some TiVo’d shows, playing Oblivion, and playing with the new cat.
