Posts Tagged ‘Drinking’

I Don’t Even Want To Think About How Many Nonfiction Stories Wouldn’t Have Ever Happened

April 22, 2021

Just finished reading a very good film-noir style story, but when it was over I couldn’t help but thinking how many fictional tragedies could never have been told if humans were just incapable of getting angry and/or blackout drunk . . .

I’m Not A Big Drinker, But I Also Hate Wasting A Good Drink

March 3, 2021

Speaking of anniversaries, today is the anniversary of the day L’s Mother first shared a drink with me . . . because we were in Vegas, the drink in question was a margarita in a glass around three feet tall, and I legitimately feared that I would die if I drank it all myself.

It Was A Blind Taste Test, I Swear!

September 22, 2016

Overheard the other night:

Person #1:  “Are you trying to get me drunk?”

Person #2:  “What gave it away, the alcohol or the blindfold?”

And It’s DEFINITELY To Early For Me To Sleep Again . . .

October 4, 2013

Sleep – the most beautiful experience in life – except drink.

W.C. Fields

“And Neither Would You”

July 17, 2013

As soon as I posted yesterday’s entry, I knew it would only a be matter of time before somebody commented on the “lesson” they thought I might be referring to.

I just didn’t expect that time to be less the a minute.

Regardless, within a minute of posting, I received a comment of “The lesson is ‘Drink more and exercise less’?”  Knowing full well this question was tongue-in-cheek, I decided it to answer it anyway, if only to potentially save someone some (literal) headaches down the line.

“That is . . . one potential interpretation,” I replied.  “But I suspect it wouldn’t stand up if you tested it.”

Pay Attention

July 16, 2013

Today is one of those days where mobility and I are barely on speaking terms.  And no, the reason for this has nothing to do with pubs, but admittedly it is because I overdid something . . . exercise.  (I lost track of time and did more than I meant to, which just goes to show that “feeling fine” is an imprecise indicator at best in both the world of drinking and exercise.)

Let’s consider this for a moment though:

Last week I went to the pub, stayed an hour or so later than I normally would have, and the next morning I was fine and dandy, in part because the whole time I was aware of what I was doing.

Yesterday I spent a measly extra fifteen minutes exercising because I wasn’t paying attention, and this morning I can barely move.

There’s a lesson in here somewhere if you care to find it.

This Applies To Several Other Virtues and Vices As Well

June 11, 2012

Something else I can’t help but notice is how often I see people drinking alcohol who really need to stop (at least for a while), but the ones who really stand out to me are the ones not drinking alcohol who really need to start.