:: A disturbing lack of foresight leads to a disturbing lack of hindsight ::

Saturday, January 31, 2004

The nights when you black out aren't scheduled. They're not the nights when you know something big is going down, so you take preventative measures like, oh, eating dinner. No, those nights are predictable. You slow down for speed bumps you see coming.

The nights when you black out are the result of happy-hour martinis on an empty stomach, 1-liter steins of Schneider Weisse on a sunny Saturday springtime afternoon, or Mad Dog 20/20 for breakfast. They take on a surprising momentum all their own and before you can say "self-destructive warning sign" you've lost the expensive messenger bag you received for Christmas (containing the best umbrella you've ever owned), vomited for the first time ever in your apartment of two years, and resorted to describing the situation using hackneyed driving metaphors in the second person.

You also probably committed many other regretful acts, but the one upside, though also frequently a downside, to blacking out is not remembering them.

Posted by morland @ 02:33 PM

:: Comments ::

mad dog breakfast! RAAAAHHHHHH!!!!

Posted by: wackyfratguy on February 3, 2004 02:38 PM

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