I didn't realilze as I should have, during my somewhat manic fear of an episode (pun intended), the most difficult part of my recovery from my last episode. After that episode I did not drink alcohol for a good 3 months, and only drank sporadically for another 6, and probably until I was deep into Harvard and binge drinking like a high schooler with strict parents. So, After a horrible evening (which involved losing my glasses, having my phone run out of batteries, spending all of my money, and being forced to walk home through the bronx) I decided that it is time to put myself into some kind of prohibition for at least a month, effective IMMEDIATELY.
It started off going ok. I spent the next friday night eating all you can eat sushi and going to bed before last call. The next morning started great as well, hangover free and full of energy at 8:45 AM, last time this happened I'm pretty sure I spent the morning watching cartoons. I got stuff in my apt organized, went to my school and organized that, which was great!, then headed off to this Michigan State themed bar to watch the MSU-UofM game, for my latest "not drinking SUCKS!" experience. So I meet up with a MSU friend who is sick and not drinking and we stroll our sober selves into this bar at the start of the second quarter. Everyone is wearing green and white and drinking like there's no tommorrow, and having as much fun as I would be, if I only had a pitcher of domestic in one hand, no need for a cup in the other.
As I decide to stick it out, to prove to myself that I can handle this sobriety, I get a glimpse of this brunette to one side of the restaurant. An exotic looking brunette that resembles a certain Marian High School member of the class of 2000 who I had a unwarranted crush on for some time. I don't know what she would be doing in a MSU bar, however her UofM jersey might explain that. As I try to convince myself that she was some other brunette that I have met in my life I see mike cohen walk by and later chris dunlop. Assuming that I had a 5-9 beers/jagershots-thick buzz going, I would have strolled over to the table, talked it up with the boys I knew, and perhaps gotten a word in edgewise (raising the lifetime count to 2.5), instead I waited for her to leave the table (so I could hope to hold my shit together), and had an awkward conversation with the two brew-toting high school alums and Eric Lloyd (whose presence all but guarantees the certain brunette's identity), then my sick friend dragged me to a bar with more light and less yelling.
Despite the disappointment of this endeavor, it was one of those events that I can look back on and say "If I didn't drink a beer there, I'm definitely going to pass on the drink you're offering me" in future situations. And I probably did the right thing, as any comment from me would definitely weird her out instead of the story book sweep her off her feet that I imagined in high school...and in my high school fantasies she wasn't rocking a miniature FUPA.
Thanks Christine and Dewitte for your comments
4 comments:
If Jelinek has a FUPA, I wonder what cohen's bulked up to these days. That's wild that it was actually her. I respect your strength.
I've found that one greaat thing about habitual non-intoxication is that if forces you to find other avenues for entertainment. You start coming up with random shit to do and are left with memories far better tahn an extremely blurry shit-talking session based on a football team.
Lloyd does standup out there. He also has a pretty damn good website, mostly of prank phone calls.
http://www.congalinebuffet.com/v7/home.html
I plan on coming to new york for my next vacation.
this is rob by the way
haven't been here in a while, good to see you're writing and living hard and consciously.
i've been aware of the unfortunate nature of the brunette's extra baggage for about a year now. sad, yes, but... what can you do?
the U-M girls of her age took a veritable beating in their 4 years of college... they're all shadows of their pasts, ghosts of their machines.
on the not-drinking... kinda weird, huh? i woke up at 230am last friday night with idiots out on the street outside my apartment going, 'what in the fuck are people doing up at this hour?' and then had to make a painful realization...
hahahahahahah;alsdfkh;alhg;alhdf..."FUPA"
Cohen was actually looking kind of slim, I bet all of the walking around new york and the lack of a live-able income could keep even him in check. And yeah I watched the bubb rubb "whistle-tip" news piece a number of times mainly in awe of the newscasters ability to keep his shit together on the air. Let me know if you're coming out here I just put my parents up last week so I think you could be comfortable on the futon as well.
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