I’m going to be speaking at the Saturday night open meeting in a little more than two hours. That’s 8pm tonight in Batavia at the club. If you got nothing going on, I’d be delighted to see you there. It’ll be the first time I’ve spoke since pre-pandemic olden times so keep your expectations low. But wear a cape if you have one.
Edit: Well, I have “spoke” since the pandemic but just not for an hour-ish at a meeting.
Not long ago I was in the 7-Eleven in Geneva. There was maybe three other people waiting to pay. One of the guys was five-ish years younger than me and barely-stand-up drunk. He was having a party of one, talking to himself, and talking to the other people even if they were doing their best to: not encourage him. To ignore him. And wait out his staggering around non-sense. Like when you tough out a deep cleaning at the dentist.
7-Eleven had their ambient classic rock playing over the ceiling speakers and the drunk dude turned around and asked the guy in front of me, “Who sings this song? Damn, this is good. I can’t remember what they’re called.” The second guy is like, “I don’t know who sings it” in all out pretty much disgust with drunk dude.
Sometimes I see an old photo of me and I think, “that’s a fun picture…but I was drunk for that whole weekend.”
I went to visit the family in Ottumwa in June 2011 just like Maggie and I did last week. But I was by myself and started drinking as soon as I got on the Amtrak that took me to Iowa. And I did see everybody and all that but I drank and I drank and I drank. Pretty much the whole time. Because that’s what I did when I was that me.
I always felt kinda ashamed of myself when I went into the liquor store before noon. But after sitting across the street from one for the last month and a half, I don’t anymore. All kinds of folk in and out of there all day long.
In other news, in another era I drank way too much of all of these except for the Ripple.