three day binge
After we did some shooting for the movie, I came home to check on my part time canine roommate. He was fine, though his momma is out of town, and instantly wanted to play ball. He's a terrible catcher, but he's tenacious, and even though his paws are poorly suited for the tile in the kitchen, he surely gives it his all when tracking down a thrown tennis ball.
I watched some Skinemax softcore porn in the living room--a luxury when home alone--and debated whether I wanted to go out or not. I decided that there was no reason to stay home. I hadn't been to the local watering hole in almost a month, and though past midnight, the temperature here was still warmer than most places get in the middle of the day. It's not great for sleeping, but it's fine if you want to wear shorts and a T-shirt into the wee hours of the morning.
the local watering hole was something of a ghost town. There's just nobody around here on Fourth of July weekend, except for the handful of local dignitaries who never, ever leave. I played catch up with the people at the bar, who'd no doubt been bar hopping a good portion of the night, and started off with a pint of rum and coke. After that was polished off, I followed with a second, more portable version of the same drink, and exited as the lights came on. Since I'd decided to drink my dinner tonight, I ventured next door to the worst pizza place in the universe to grab a bland, bready pepperoni slice to sponge up some of the excess alcohol and fuel my journey home.
It would have been an uneventful one, but, since I live in one of the de facto ghettos of town, I must pass two liquor stores on the way. One, I believe, functions on California bar time, which means that it closes before 2am. All sale of alcohol ceases at 2am in the state of California, but since bars operate some 15 to 30 minutes ahead of real time, they stop serving you well before the 2am cut off. Depending on where you are, this doesn't leave you much time to find a store to purchase a night cap to drink in the comfort of your own home. The local watering hole has staked its reputation on being one of the last bars to close downtown--no earlier than a quarter to 2am.
I hadn't planned on buying another drink, but when I saw the liquor mecca on the corner of the state highway and Main Street, I just couldn't resist, which is why I type this now with a brown-bagged bottle of Stone Ruination beside me. I'm sure this stuff can make me go blind.
But my liver has had plenty of rest lately. I'm not as squirrely in my older age. I don't have the desire to go out every night any more. Maybe a beer before bed, basking in the glow of the television--that's enough to do the trick. But I still have two years of my 20s to burn off, so I might as well make the most of them, and I don't have to think of being responisble again until Tuesday.
I watched some Skinemax softcore porn in the living room--a luxury when home alone--and debated whether I wanted to go out or not. I decided that there was no reason to stay home. I hadn't been to the local watering hole in almost a month, and though past midnight, the temperature here was still warmer than most places get in the middle of the day. It's not great for sleeping, but it's fine if you want to wear shorts and a T-shirt into the wee hours of the morning.
the local watering hole was something of a ghost town. There's just nobody around here on Fourth of July weekend, except for the handful of local dignitaries who never, ever leave. I played catch up with the people at the bar, who'd no doubt been bar hopping a good portion of the night, and started off with a pint of rum and coke. After that was polished off, I followed with a second, more portable version of the same drink, and exited as the lights came on. Since I'd decided to drink my dinner tonight, I ventured next door to the worst pizza place in the universe to grab a bland, bready pepperoni slice to sponge up some of the excess alcohol and fuel my journey home.
It would have been an uneventful one, but, since I live in one of the de facto ghettos of town, I must pass two liquor stores on the way. One, I believe, functions on California bar time, which means that it closes before 2am. All sale of alcohol ceases at 2am in the state of California, but since bars operate some 15 to 30 minutes ahead of real time, they stop serving you well before the 2am cut off. Depending on where you are, this doesn't leave you much time to find a store to purchase a night cap to drink in the comfort of your own home. The local watering hole has staked its reputation on being one of the last bars to close downtown--no earlier than a quarter to 2am.
I hadn't planned on buying another drink, but when I saw the liquor mecca on the corner of the state highway and Main Street, I just couldn't resist, which is why I type this now with a brown-bagged bottle of Stone Ruination beside me. I'm sure this stuff can make me go blind.
But my liver has had plenty of rest lately. I'm not as squirrely in my older age. I don't have the desire to go out every night any more. Maybe a beer before bed, basking in the glow of the television--that's enough to do the trick. But I still have two years of my 20s to burn off, so I might as well make the most of them, and I don't have to think of being responisble again until Tuesday.
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