I’m So Bored And Hot Right Now

I have nothing on my mind right now. No topics. Nothing that’s making me laugh. Nothing that’s making me think. Nothing that’s pissing me off. I’m just feeling restless and hot.

So not bored. Bored sucks. Bored is a defeated feeling. Losing to a lack of ideas of things that would be fun. I’m overflowing w/ ideas right now. Problem is is that I’m by myself and I have no one to get in trouble with.

So I’m restless.

And slightly buzzed. Yes, I guess I’m drinking by myself. Could be interpreted as sad, but it was just a couple beers cause its hot and I felt like it. If it was wine, then somehow that would seem like something less to judge. The more sophisticated, excusable elixir.

I actually drank a ton earlier this year. I was less candid back then, believe it or not, otherwise I would have shared. My thoughts, not the liquor

But I literally destroyed my parents’ liquor cabinet. ‘Fortunately’ my dad drinks quite a bit, so maybe he figured he was the magician that made all the bottles disappear.

But nope, papa bear. It was sonny boy.

It’s actually pretty amusing in retrospect. Clearly I was self-medicating then. I drank at night. It wasn’t like I was stumbling around by the light of day, clutching a brown bag while crying, “WHY ME, LORD??? WHY ME??????”

I just took it it all down after hours.

And I’d say…this was all in a SIX WEEK period, back in August/September. Here is a conservative estimate on the damage during that little run:
(2) bottles of vodka (2 ltr bottles on all these), (1) bottle of gin, (1/2) bottle of Creme de Menthe…mmm yummy, (1-1/2) bottles of tequilla, (6?) bottles of wine, (12?) bottles of Sierra Nevada.

Holy shit, right?

I literally emptied the entire liquor cabinet other than my dad’s beloved brandy. Which makes me think of Tom Hanks’ guest appearance on Family Ties as the belligerent Uncle Ned.

I was Uncle Ned.

Aaaarrghhhh…

I’m sure I too would have downed the marischino cherries for alcohol if we had ‘em.

But damn, it’s kind of amusing looking back on it. Literally, I’ve had three beers in the past three weeks. And that’s almost a high number for me. Fortunately I don’t have an addictive personality when if comes to ’spirits’, so that little stay in Boozetown was only temporary and situational, but what a nice little run there.

It really is amazing my parents didn’t sit me down and say “what the fuck?” Or at least have my dad sit me down and say, “Bitch, please. Your drying me up.” Maybe I just knew not to touch the brandy.

But it all adds to my little tale of the BN Breakdown Era. It’s amusing amongst it all.

And color is so much more fun than black and white. Isn’t it? Which is why I share.

So there’s my non-bored, restless post this evening.

Hope you’re all having a good one.

BN