June 4th, 2010: Two kinds of sad.

I’m a really good drinker. I’ve worked out a system for drinking that is very front heavy. I drink HARD for the first 4 or 5 drinks then stop completely to sober up by nights end. On most nights, by the time I drove home my BAC is at a perfectly legal .05 or so. The night of June 4th, 2010 was not one of those nights.

This is a delicate balance. If you get just a little bit too drunk you don’t stop drinking and then you’re sleeping on a couch, or a beach, or in the back seat of your car with your shoes on with your feet pressed up against the ceiling for some reason. I can always tell when I’ve reached the point where driving home is not going to be an option. I have a built in boozemometer. It is sadness. When I get sad while I’m drinking that means I am Drunk with a capital “DR”. The night of June 4th, 2010 was one of those bar, bar, bar, bar, taxi, bar, trunk, thai, diner, car nights.

And to make matters worse, not only was I DRunk sad, I was also just life sad because in the middle of the DRunk sadness, not one but TWO girls that I had huge crushes on made out with other dudes simultaneously on one dance floor right in front of me. The only bright point of the evening was when a black man laughed at me as my friend pulled me out of the trunk of his car once we got to the after hours Thai karaoke joint.

Damn. Just thinking about this makes me sad. I think this journal page really encapsulates the night perfectly. Enjoy it with a stiff drink and a tear from your eye. As always, click on the thumbnail to enlarge.