I have been trying to keep the exporting of funds from my account to a minimum the past few months, which has meant drinking only one or two beers a week. That’s not very many. In fact it’s practically nothing. My tolerance for alcohol has gone way down. Which can be kind of cool since if I have two beers in a night now I’m feeling pretty happy with a nice little buzz instead of pouring down eight shots of whiskey and getting angry, “I’m still not fucking drunk yet!”

Last night I got drunk. I met up with some people while they were finishing up a pub crawl for the Saturday before St. Patrick’s Day, that oh holiest of alcoholics. I started with whiskey ’cause they’d all been drinking for hours. Some people already were calling it a night at 6:30. We bounced around too a few more bars, saw loads of different people and I’m gonna say I enjoyed myself. There was a quick smoke of marijuana at one point and that always puts me on Cloud 9. I got shitty. And it doesn’t matter; I’m in a bar, I know most everyone in it, whatever. I’ll just be drunk in a bar and not worry about gathering my shit until I’m sober enough to make my way home.

I got caught up in a few good conversations and then someone asked I wanted to smoke some more pot. Dun Dun DUN! Of course. Have I ever said no to that drug? Maybe once since I was 16. Now where is my jacket?

I couldn’t find that fucking thing for the life of me. I knew it was just me being drunk and having misplaced it. People kept saying, “I’m sure no one stole it.” Me too! I’m sure it’s just that I’m fucked up right now and can’t get my shit together to keep track of an article of clothing that will keep me warm once I leave this establishment, Goddammit! It took forever. I was highly embarrassed, because I’m a human and I lost my opportunity to bond of over a hit. C’est la vie. I waited for the place to clear out a bit more and made some inquiries as to whose jackets were whose and eventually around 2:35 I finally got my hands on it. A big thank you to Neal Stasty for knowing how much it would suck to lose your jacket in a bar and therefore helping me find it.

Maybe I should start drinking more. Get my tolerance back up. That or stop wearing jackets.