Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Regret Means You Remember Which Means You Didn't Drink Enough

It’s Tuesday night and I’m drunk. That is something I would typically say about five years ago, when I was young and wild and bordering on alcoholic. However, it is also true tonight. Though less so with the alcoholism than boredom.

Although I can say, the presidential debates are SO MUCH MORE FUN when you are drunk! You yell, “RED LIGHT RED LIGHT, ASSHOLE!” at your own candidate! Jeebus, but those boys like to hear themselves talk. And the pointing of the fingers! It was not even metaphorical. There was pointing. Hello, second grade. Can’t wait for you to bring the world’s superpower out of a devastating international financial crisis with the fucking finger pointing.

I like this season. Fall is great. But I think it also makes people introspective and gloomy, even when it’s sunny. I have decided not to succumb to that morethansixhoursaday and went for a run this morning to shake off the blues. I switched up my normal path, and went down into a little greenbelt, and back through the neighborhood in a meandering way. I saw an entire park I did not know existed. I saw what I thought was a coyote but turned out to be some sort of yorkie mix. (It was far off. Shut up.) I saw yellow houses and Halloween decorations galore. I went down steep hills and back up, and felt pretty good. I was pretty proud of myself, sure that I had added on about 20-25 minutes to my normal run. (Which is 18 minutes.) I got back and discovered I was gone for exactly… five more minutes. WTF? How is that possible? The only reasonable explanation is that I ran very, very fast and am a demigod or something.

That, or I have a shitty grasp of the passage of time. I’m going with demigod.



Diane said...

The key to drinking during the debates is to drink on catch phrases. Of course, if your catch phrase was "my friends", you'd be very drunk indeed!

meno said...

You must have hit a wormhole because you were running so fast. A wormhole that took you back 15 minutes in time. What a discovery!

Debates are the leading cause of drunkness.

Ramblin' Red said...

Hee...I would be drinking tonight if not pregnant. Helluvaday. So I blogged insted - lucky you did both! And you were cute doing it :)

Yoga Gal said...

Hey, we all need to get a little drunk once in a while. Just make certain if you're going to drink be at home! Don't go on the road. How cheers to you!

rebekah at elizabeth anne said...

Oh man, the pointing. It really sucked. Did you read this? http://www.rollingstone.com/news/coverstory/make_believe_maverick_the_real_john_mccain

Nick, Holly & Maren said...

"jebus" -- hahaha -- this is one of our favorite inside jokes around here, too. Makes me laugh every time.
I totally woulda been drinking too, if not for this thing in my belly, and I was even working while watching the debates! prob woulda made work better too.

ms chica said...

Debate nights always include a pitcher of margaritas. It's the only way I can stay in the room with the tv on. Well that and the ankle tether.