First off, I’d like to thank the Lumberyard for supplying me with a Bourbon Peach Mule that consists of Bird Dog Peach Bourbon, fresh lime juice, and ginger beer. Absolutely delicious, if I do say so myself. I also had a white gummy bear shot as well as a pink “lady” shot.
Secondly, I’d like to state that I am currently intoxicated and have no censor, but I made it home safely thanks to my amazing roommate who was informed of my mission: getting drunk and writing a blog post. Do NOT drink and drive, kids. It’s not worth it.
Thirdly, I’d like to inform everyone of who and what I am talking about. Even if I don't quite know myself. Well, her name is Katie and she’s a pretty cool cat and we talked about writing while intoxicated.
So, everyone in college knows about Tinder, Bumble, and other dating sites. Well, there is an app called HER and it’s basically only for lesbians. Needless to say, I matched with this girl Katie about three weeks ago and I decided to spontaneously ask her to join me for a drink or two. It was probably the best decision ever, because who really wants to go get publicly intoxicated by themselves? Not me, that’s for sure. But typically, when you meet someone off of a dating site, you expect it to be really weird and awkward, and neither of you have any idea what to say or how to keep a conversation going. Well, that wasn’t the case in this situation. It all seemed to flow naturally and we had a really great time talking about a whole array of things. Overall, she seems like a really awesome person who I could see myself being friends with.
Alright, by this point, you may think that this isn’t going anywhere, but really there are two points to this blog post. They might be good… or not, I’m not really sure right now. The first point is to show that getting intoxicated and meeting someone new isn’t always half bad. You can actually meet some pretty cool people that you form a unique bond with. Particularly in this case, Katie wasn’t really aware of the “lesbian scene” in Flagstaff, so I told her that I would invite her to a group on Facebook that most of the Flagstaff lesbians belong to, and I also told her that I would gladly go to NAU’s drag shows with her. She was very appreciative and seemed pretty excited about it.
The second point to this isn’t really a point, but something I’m more proud of. I have a knack for picking out strange alcoholic beverages that I’ve never tried before, and 9 times out of 10, they’re pretty fricken’ good! So if you ever need a buddy to go to a bar or restaurant with you and help you pick out a new alcoholic beverage that you may or may not get addicted to (not condoning alcoholism), let me know because I have yet to disappoint myself. That’s saying a lot because I’m a pretty picky drinker.
I suppose there is actually a third point to this post, and it's probably the most important. This was our topic of conversation for most of the night. Have you ever written anything while intoxicated and thought that it sounded absolutely amazing? Well, as an English major, I have. After doing so, I come back to it when I’m sober and just tweak a few things, or the whole thing. Isn’t it interesting to think that our intoxicated minds lead us to believe that it is a wonderful story/blog post/status/whatever? You truly think that you’ve done a good job, and sometimes you actually have, so you’re proud of yourself. Then, have you ever just read something, completely unbiased, and your drunk mind is being so hard on the individual who took their time and put effort into writing whatever it is you’re reading? Yet it still sounds like complete garbage? I’ve found myself in this situation more times than I’d like to admit. I think it’s because we have this set idea in our head of what it should be like and we aren’t pleased when it doesn’t go that way. It intrigues me to know that I am most likely going to edit the crap out of this post once I’m sober, or not, and still think it’s better than something I’ve read from someone else. So I guess my real question here is, when we are intoxicated, do we have this false perception that our writing is the best thing other people have read, but we are too cocky to realize it really isn’t? Let’s face it, alcohol isn’t called “liquid courage” for nothing. It gives us this misleading feeling that we are awesome and can literally do anything social without fail. Maybe that's why we believe that whatever we write is so awesome. On the contrary, wouldn’t we realize that we may possibly suck at it once we are sober? Why won’t our sober minds bring our intoxicated minds to realize that we aren’t that great? This is what goes through my head … at least when I’m not of sober mind.
Well, I hope you enjoyed my inebriated blog post and found it interesting enough to finish. Just remember, always try something new and be open to experiences. Most of the time, you’ll find yourself having a pleasant conversation with a complete stranger who doesn’t actually feel like a stranger at all. You also might find yourself ranting about how whatever you write is the bee's knees and that other people just shouldn’t write at all. I might find myself to be one of those “other” people tomorrow. We shall see!
P.S. There was no sober editing involved, just this postscript. And spellcheck.