I came up with a brilliant idea the other day. Truly brilliant.
Why can’t we all live in a state of semi-drunkenness? I don’t mean fall-down-drunk-I-don’t-remember-who-I-am-but-I-know-I-look-good-dancing-around-this-pole-drunk. Just a mild sort of tipsy. You know the one… just a one drink, take the edge off, no worry kind of state.
I thought it could be done very respectfully – a tot of whiskey in your morning coffee, a little G & T with lunch in the office with your packed sandwiches, a sundowner after work, a glass of wine with dinner. Everybody would be so much more pleasant. The scary bits would disappear into a haze over there, in the corner.
Oh dear, writing it down, it doesn’t sound that good. It really doesn’t sound that delicious, either, all those alcohols making some kind of giant Long Island Iced Tea in your tummy every day? Hmm, bugger. Perhaps stick to one kind of alcohol the whole day? Monday’s could be vodka, Tuesday’s gin, etc. No, ugh, G & T with corn flakes for breakfast? Yuk.
Damn, the brilliance is fading, into the kind of haze I was talking about. Maybe there is something to say to having the perfect-non-alcohol-softened edges to things, the sharpness, the non-blurriness. The sharpness may cut, but at least it’s clear, and you can be perfectly aware of the fact that it hurts.
You will excuse me now though, won’t you? It appears to be G & T time.