The Morning After

I had plans to go dancing last night, and for once, I’m glad I didn’t ditch out of the party when I said I would. Not because the party was all that much fun — for reasons that shall remain my own for a moment, and they don’t have anything to do with the company I kept… oh — I’m being a jerk. Okay, I’ll get to it. Just hold on.

It was the Pirate/Neopets CG Release Party, and I honestly started off pretty happy. I had my hat and a big jolly roger cape. Everybody was getting drunk rather quickly… and I don’t enjoy the company of drunk people. I follow Socrates’s advice: Just enough wine to let philosophy happen. Just enough liquor so the inhibitions fall just a little, and people say what they really mean. What I don’t like is the incomprehensible drunk. Not slightly buzzed, not “ready for philosophy,” but the “I don’t know what I’m saying” drunk. Him (or her) and me don’t get along.

I planned on showing up for a few hours, then ditching out to ‘s gig. Unfortunately, Lady Fate showed up in the form of a co-worker who thought she could drive home. She really shouldn’t have driven herself, although, like most people in her condition, she thought she could. She kept telling everybody, “I’m okay, I’m okay…” and then passed out ten minutes after we started driving home. Fortunately, I was behind the wheel. If I wasn’t there, I’m pretty certain she would have driven home. Everybody else was toasted and not really standing up too tall. The rest of them were just as drunk as she was, and nobody could have driven her.

Then, when I got back, someone I didn’t recognize — but who had the look and stink of “frat boy” says, “Man, she was hot! Did you fuck her?” The subtext being that she was so drunk, she wouldn’t be able to say “No.” Ah… drunk date rape. Yes, that falls right into my character. Another reason I was glad I drove her home.

I miss out on dancing, but I save a life. Okay, I think that’s a worthy trade. Sorry, . Fate conspired again. Next time.

The other part of the party that got me weirded out was seeing my ex-wife’s sister. No, not her real sister, but it could have been her. She had the exact same eyes, the exact same smile… the hair was straight and the rest of the features were had a bit of that sharp Celtic look, but there she was. Kept me off-balance all night.

So, for a short while, I had some fun… but in general… there was just too much psychological crap going on for me to enjoy myself. But, I’m glad I went (for the aforementioned reasons) and I’m glad other people had fun.

But tonight… we will praise Lili — um, I mean Caine! Yes… Caine.
Getting ready for the San Diego Sabbat game. Oh baby…