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Friday 6 September 2013

Day 6. Boozy Boozy Booze face... (Or why I decided not to give up the 'Dumb Sauce' during my 'Good Month')

Have  you ever tried to take up 'boozing' as a grown up?

I did it once as a kid of course, at 14 like most Good British kids.. I did the full house, the cider in bus shelters, finding the bar that would accept a National insurance card as valid ID, getting a girl to go into the shop, despite the fact that she didn't look any older than us.

I was sick in places, fell asleep in places, woke up in different places. I skinny dipped in a pond full of broken glass, I tried to 'get off' with the wrong people and I succeeded in getting off with the even wronger ones.

Then I stopped. Dead. I decided I didn't really like it at all, it didn't show me in my best light. So I stopped in my third week at University. Yes I actually did that. I became a tea-totaller a University. That's not to say I didn't find many interesting ways to lose my mind (See 'Experimental Blog) I just didn't do it with alcohol.

After a few years I did begin to have the occasional drink, but that is not Boozing.. as any drinker will tell you. There's a world of difference. That world is the one where everyone is suddenly your friend, they all find you sexually appealing and they believe your singing voice to be so splendid, that you owe it to them to wail loudly throughout the three mile walk home.

Now, I've recently found myself back in London after a few years absence. Good years where I was being a 'normal' person, but now I'm back... and I don't know many people here. And how is it that grown ups socialise these days? When I was younger we'd go to dance parties and gigs. I still do that, but the people there seem a lot younger than me now. So what can I do to bond myself with organisms that have been slupping around this earth fro a similar span of years to me? I can damn well booze.

So I've been practicing that. Boozing. Not falling down, wee down the trouser-leg, wanking in a doorway Boozing, just normal, chatting to strangers, dancing like a joker, still trying to 'get off' with the wrong people Boozing...

So I've exempted that 'Vice' from my good month. In fact I feel that exercising my alcohol muscle is a positive. Which is why I'm going to be hitting some pubs tomorrow.
See you there.
Let me know your poison and I'll totally 'Get them in'...

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