I have been bar hopping. Lots of it. I went to a co-worker's birthday thing Wednesday night, went to 3 bars (including Nelson's Cafe) and then some, drove them home and then walked home after that (I live close by). Got 2 and a ½ hours of sleep, went to work. Then I went to the bar with another co-worker that evening for "one" drink. A few pitchers later, having had enough fun for the night, I decided to walk home around 1am. Walked for 2 hours. Slept for 2 hours. Went to work. Learned some really neat stuff on my walk home.
I learned that electric sub-stations hum very loudly. I learned that wires going out of electric sub-stations make a different but equally interesting noise. Learned that other people are awake at that time of the night. Saw many cars on the streets. Learned that one drink does not necessarily mean one drink.
Why did I walk when I could have taken a taxi? Well, I wanted to prove a point to myself. I wanted to see if I could make it home on nothing but my own two feet. I was able to. The distance isn't that great. Google maps says it is about 13.9 kilometres. Doing that in 2 hours in the early hours of morning with less than comfortable footware probably accounts for the 2 hour time.
Bars are interesting places. I have frequented many a bar. Dark dingy ones. Bright fancy ones. They all have something in common: inebriated people. For me, they are entertainment. They do interesting things. They walk unsteadily, they sing off-key. They sing. They do unnatural things. In some cases, they dance. They dance horribly. If only they could see how silly they really looked. But then again, if they did and decided to stop dancing, I would lose one of my main sources of entertainment.
My friends tend to be the reason I end up in bars. My main mission is to get entertained. My side-mission is to make sure as many of them as possible get home with a sober driver behind the wheel. I do that bit for the most part. I enjoy that bit. Drunk people tend to be honest. They tend to see the world in a slightly different light. They tend to say sillier things than I do. And I say those things when I am sober.
I have been asked many, many times why I don't partake in the drinking ritual. I don't have a good enough answer. Maybe some day I can put my reasons on record.
Update:
Here is a picture from Wednesday night:
I learned that electric sub-stations hum very loudly. I learned that wires going out of electric sub-stations make a different but equally interesting noise. Learned that other people are awake at that time of the night. Saw many cars on the streets. Learned that one drink does not necessarily mean one drink.
Why did I walk when I could have taken a taxi? Well, I wanted to prove a point to myself. I wanted to see if I could make it home on nothing but my own two feet. I was able to. The distance isn't that great. Google maps says it is about 13.9 kilometres. Doing that in 2 hours in the early hours of morning with less than comfortable footware probably accounts for the 2 hour time.
Bars are interesting places. I have frequented many a bar. Dark dingy ones. Bright fancy ones. They all have something in common: inebriated people. For me, they are entertainment. They do interesting things. They walk unsteadily, they sing off-key. They sing. They do unnatural things. In some cases, they dance. They dance horribly. If only they could see how silly they really looked. But then again, if they did and decided to stop dancing, I would lose one of my main sources of entertainment.
My friends tend to be the reason I end up in bars. My main mission is to get entertained. My side-mission is to make sure as many of them as possible get home with a sober driver behind the wheel. I do that bit for the most part. I enjoy that bit. Drunk people tend to be honest. They tend to see the world in a slightly different light. They tend to say sillier things than I do. And I say those things when I am sober.
I have been asked many, many times why I don't partake in the drinking ritual. I don't have a good enough answer. Maybe some day I can put my reasons on record.
Update:
Here is a picture from Wednesday night:
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