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2 April 2006

i saved your life a hundred times, is this all that i get?

what a night. though i know daylight saving time has stolen from me an hour of blissful sleep i just can’t sleep for some reason. i think mostly i am unsettled from tonight’s experience at the j&m cafe celebrating my acquaintance doug’s birthday. two of my close friends got themselves sick from drinking and had to be escorted out shortly after midnight. it was hard to watch them incapacitate themselves so quickly and fully.

now, to be fair, i myself have often been a consumer of alcohol, and it may not in fact be a credit to my nature that i’m extremely aware of my limits and capabilities with respect to drinking. turns out, knowing you have to ride home has a way of sobering you up surprisingly quickly once you are outside and on the bike. for good or ill, point83 has been a form of training and i have never felt like i would be unable to get home from a venue.

i guess my issue is that these two friends basically did not start drinking until less than two years ago, and now they are going through the difficult process of making mistakes and hopefully finding their limits. it’s just difficult for me to look at my friends going through that same vaguely self-destructive process i went through almost a decade ago. when i hang out with them it feels like i am back in my first few years of college, an awkward time when people were still learning their tolerances.

hopefully my friends will be alright in the morning, but still remember their mistake and learn at least a small lesson.

2 Responses to “i saved your life a hundred times, is this all that i get?”

  1. torinaga said:

    Naw, hopefully they will have splitting headaches and hate the world enough to have the concept of bad idea pounded home. ;-)

    Though personally I can’t imagine getting sick at a bar.

    On the way home maybe, but never at the bar.

  2. maggie said:

    i always made fun of those people. then i drank 2 [ very large] glasses of [lovely and expensive] wine on an empty stomach and threw up on the sidewalk outside my apartment while phillip [the dutiful boyfriend] was finding a place to park the car. i even think people saw me, but i barely remember [and i didn't care at that point.] perhaps it goes without saying that i have never EVER drank that much on an empty stomach again.