#oneaday Day 91: Boozehound

It’s a curious thing, alcohol. Some people enjoy it, others don’t. One thing we seem to be afflicted with a bit in this country is the assumption that alcohol is somehow necessary to have a good time, like it unlocks a magical gateway to some nether realm of ultimate happiness.

But does it, though? It certainly lowers inhibitions and makes people more open to the idea of acting like a dickhead — and, by extension, amusing everyone else. This certainly leads to lots of memorable evenings — it occurred to me last time I was out with a bunch of people that a lot of stories start with “there was this time we were all really drunk” and end with someone being sick or falling over or hurting themselves.

Good nights don’t necessarily need alcohol to be good. You just need something to happen to be memorable. This depends a lot on the chemistry between the people you’re with. With the right people, you can have a thoroughly silly night without the need to get a sick bucket afterwards.

The people I was out with tonight are some of my oldest friends; people I’ve known since high school. While our nights out often involve a bit of drinking, we certainly don’t need drinks to act like dicks and yell “COCK” at each other.

Which is, you know, nice.

I have a lovely weekend ahead of me so I will say goodnight for now. Stay frosty.


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