10.27.2003
how old is too old...
to leave lindquist's house on a bicycle, somewheres around 1:00 a.m. saturday morning, head to the top of the chester bowl ski hill, stumble off the bike, sit down on a rock, dig out my ipod/new girlfriend, get to the song "john prine," lay back to look at the stars and have my mind blown by low...and have the world start spinning so strongly that just the memory of the sensation is nauseating, then to ride home and wind up hugging a toilet--no actual puking, just waves of being certain that puke--and the comfort it would ultimately bring--was on its way up.
every five years or so, i get unreasonably drunk. i get sort of drunk a lot, but friday/saturday i got drunk enough that automotive transportation was abject misery on saturday, and i was still hung over sunday.
is that fodder for shame, or should i just let my inability-to-limit-alcohol-consumption flag fly?