I’ve developed a defense mechanism that after I catch a buzz where I’m “too drunk”, I casper. Caspering is leaving a party or bar without telling anyone. It’s a weird move to people who don’t ever get “too drunk”. Common comments would be, What the fuck? Where did he go? That’s rude!.
With my checkered past I basically leave places when I want to leave. I can’t tell you why I want to leave them but there’s a feeling that says it’s time to go and I split. The reason I do this is to stay out of trouble which is counter intuitive because being by yourself when you are too drunk doesn’t make a lot of sense. Nothing bad happened so don’t worry.
I spent a boatload to go to this fancy party at the Crystal Tea Room. I went to a bar crawl the night before where I drank mostly beer and felt fine on Thursday. I ate some Boston Market at 2pm and knew my eating schedule was off. The fancy party served food but I made the mistake of leaning more towards the drinks. By 11 pm I was on the dance floor looking around and it was filled with couples making out. I can’t remember exactly but at that point I said enough and left. Complete waste of money.
The Jack and cokes did a number on me too because my head was ringing the next day. Steve invited me to brunch and then downtown both of which I declined in order to recover. I could have went another day but it would have set me back in feeling good again. I’d like to think I made a smart decision but instead I did virtually nothing yesterday and wasted an entire day.
When I woke up this morning I was feeling better and went to work. This is weird but I actually like work. It gives me structure. It makes me productive. Being 31 I’ve done the partying. I know what it’s like to go to bars and stay out late getting hammered. I’m sure I’ll do the same tonight and complain tomorrow but for today, it’s the entry.
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