So it occurred to me several nights ago while sitting in a bar in Athens for Athfest that I really enjoy alcohol, the great and wonderful social lubricant. For some people, lowering their level of inhibition is most definitely NOT a good thing, however for me, I rather enjoy not caring about what slips out of my mouth, worrying over words, being so careful with my speech. I don’t mean this to be an ode to alcohol, and don’t worry, I talked with Phil and determined that since I don’t 1)have an addictive sort of personality or 2)have alcoholism in my family, I am in no real danger of becoming a lush.
Alcohol was never a taboo in my home; it was simply not around much. Then when I started hanging around Presbyterians, I saw, hey, some Christians drink, enjoy themselves, and it’s okay. College was just an extension of that, and so, as I began this post, a few nights ago I found myself in a bar in Athens, highly enjoying several glasses of wine.
But interruption, after interruption has occured, and I had such good intentions for this post that have now fled my mind, free as birds to soar in the great realm of lost thoughts. When you live in a house with another writer who also happens to be obsessed with the Internet, and there is only one computer, somebody’s gotta make some sacrifices.
So here I am, woe is me, sacrificing my train of thought. Just wait till kids enter the picture, right?