I drank last night for the first time since March 11th 2016.
It was alright. I didn’t go crazy. I got real tired real quick. And at the end, I felt bad for the stupid dill pickle chips I ate.
Drinking kind of splattered my health kick everywhere. That’s a thing about drinking that I forgot.
I still feel rather drunkified.
But yuh know, sitting across from a 52 year old male who talks about his antique finds and putting my social skilling to use, was actually pretty rewarding. I reminded myself of what I was good at. It can be dangerous, but this time I know that. I know he’ll like me and want to see me again and that meeting like this, changes everything about our future encounters. I know that my skills still work and I’m more aware of them than I was when I last used them.
So anyhoozle, my night out interacting under the slight of influence was beneficial.
And that’s that!
Life Particles 
That’s true devotion right there!
Is that weight currency or money? Or both! Probably both. I myself tend to dive in ( literally one time, I dove off a plaid couch into three unopenened bags of chips to see if I could pop them ) to too much food when under the influence.
Oh gorsh. It’s like those two stories were supposed to meet!
Let’s just say they didn’t open with the loud pop I was hoping for. More like crunch and crinkle and release of air all mixed in with my laughters. I havent done it again to know if it was just my angle being all wrong. Haha.
Yay for pops and such.
The good olf time.
There’s never a bad time to realize that you’re a great conversationalist, and can talk comfortably to anyone about any subject–even if that someone is, say, 20 years your senior and you’ve had a bit to drink. 🙂
The fact that you had a good time talking to this older gentleman gives me hope for the future–and at the same time creeps me out a bit to think of how old you were when he was your age. 😀
Hahaha!! It always seems worse when we’re younger, right? 😛 I like your comments very much David!
I’m glad to hear it. 🙂