I'm still young, but this is my s--t.ColdWarRelic wrote:Call me an old fart if you're charitable, or a misanthrope if you want to be a nasty about it, but that slow, steady boozing all by oneself over the course of a long evening is a delight. Its not completely lonely, of course, as there is soft music, the noise of the spouse in the background, and ye olde Interwebz. Its even better when nothing has to be done the next day which, alas, is the exception.
In my younger, wilder days I was down with the silly drinking, the social drinking, the dating drinking or ... well, I loss my train of thought. Now, listening to some old blues tunes, the rain on the roof, and a sipping a damn good Scotch is hard to beat.
A whole lot of drinks over the course of the day, some jazz and Tom Waits, and now I feel a wonderful coma coming on, that will last into the late morning of Christmas.
Maybe not my favorite drunk, but a favorite for sure, when that war of attrition against undrunkenness is slowly surrendered as the shadows grown long.
Merry Christmas, indeed.