Haven’t posted in a while so just wanted to lift my head up off the table and let you know i’m just hanging low and not passed out dead, drowned in the puddle of beer here.
i don’t really have anything to say, though. The problem is i’m not motivated to write a movie review of When You’re Strange and i don’t feel like doing another dregs. i don’t have the energy to be witty and i’m tired of counting hits. Every time i have an idea for something to write and the words start to dribble out, i become faced with the same issue: What’s the point?
i’ve been down, drinking on and off (off for the last couple of days), broker than broke, quit smoking (too expensive) and everywhere i look i see that question. What’s the point?
See, the thing i keep forgetting is that i built this bar from nothing (hence the Bar None) just so i could have a place to go where there didn’t have to be a point.
Tomorrow i’mma make a huge effort to be pointless. Swear to god. Until then, here’s me on Monday with a client (i’m the one that looks like a young David Hasselhoff). He works at Pernod-Ricard and we decided to have our meeting in the company bar.
Before we get started, here’s a tune from the juiced-box:
Nora Jones covering Willie Nelson’s “I Gotta Get Drunk”:
[Press 'Play' to feel the buzz]
As all y’all have been following my Twitter page religiously, you’ve noticed that last Friday’s binge (here’s the blog i posted while buzzing so loud i couldn’t hear myself drink) threw me into a depression hangover tail spin that i’m only now just recovering from. Rather turning into the skid mark, as recommended by 3 out of 4 Drinkers Education Teachers, i’ve decided to hop onto the wagon for a limited bad trip. The goal i’ve set myself is to stay dry until the day after Christmas. Don’t worry, i’ll be boring you to beers with regular updates on my progress/regression (depends what end of the bottle you’re on).
It’s not easy, as anyone who’s tried can tell you. One of the tough things about not imbibing are the constant reminders i come across in a typical day. It’s kinda like the dumped guy who walks around seeing the face of the girl who broke his heart in everything he sees.
It's A Well Known Fact Yeawomen Have Nice Butts (i think even Wiki says so)
Yeawomen Are Sexy When They Drink Alone
On Top Of It All Off…
…tonight there was a retirement party for a guy at work and the champagne was all-you-can-drink. i had an orange juice. That i picked the wrong week to go for a couple stops on the wagon is kinda the point of this post. Any and every week is the wrong week.