Day drinking is very fun, but it's also fucking tough. Here's the rundown:
Unless you're a bummer Irishing up your coffee on the drive to work, it always—always—begins with one of your best buds/worst influences calling you up with a fair reason to celebrate but also a dubious reason to start drinking at breakfast (ie "Finished the LSATs!" or "I'm in town!"). If this is a good friend, and you are a good friend, you gotta play along when he shows up at your house with a grocery bag full of loose tall boys.
After having a few at your place and waiting until a more reasonable hour to take your boozy breath public, you're off to your local bar/pub. You can wear shades if you'd like. They look cool and they're good for hiding dark circles and red eyes. Start off with Bloodys and then move to pitchers, and be sure to talk about how great the rest of the day's going to be.
But then reality hits. What felt like half a day's work in the bar only amounted to a few hours, and you're shocked to step outside and be drenched in sunlight. You're now wasted, your pants have become shorts and your friend's hat's gone. Then you're yelling for no reason. And then you're lost.
You don't feel like standing up anymore and it's still so bright that you have to find a shady spot to see your cell phone screen so that you can call a cab. Your friend's gone looking for pizza.
Look forward to a hangover at 8 PM, at which point it will be someone's birthday, and they'll call you to come to their party. Drag your ass off the couch and be a friend.
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I couldn't agree more with you on your thoughts on Day Drinking. Being a woman, I have found equally dangerous (vs. friends in town) are the mimosas while getting laundry done or cleaning up, leading to the disappearance of last nights bottle of wine etc. This always leads to the most exciting nights. It's interesting…almost Camus (ish) (The Stranger) the way the sun will fuck with you whilst day drinking.
Ain't it the truth.
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oh, it's so true…and i could name the friend! thanks for making me giggle at work…it's been a long day.
Nothing like Champagne Brunch…
do people still expect you to do that once you're out of college? i hope not… day drinking is fun and all but… ummm.
perfect description.
Spot on Cord. I never learn from my Kegs 'n Eggs debacles…
I haven't done it in a LONG time, but I do remember in college several times when the crew went out at about 10am to start the party early. By 2pm, we were pretty much toast and trying to walk around outside to sober back up to go on to the next bar. But as I recall, I was frequently distracted by shiny things in the window or on the street. Good times.
Bah! No more posts about Doherty. Unless it's Shannen.
Is it me or does he have hips???? At first glance I thought it was a woman…
Got a little teary eyed.
I'm not a youngster or groupie by any stretch of the imagination, but I think Peter is looking much better. He's a messed up genius, but he has such a gentle/hurt/soulful look in his eyes. He's tried to kick the drugs, but they have a death grip on him.
I hope the guy makes it. The sadness in his eyes makes my heart hurt.