box of Jack

I can’t give anything away but tomorrow night is going to be good blog post fodder. All I can say right now is that this will probably be as stupid as the time I blogged about taking a dance lesson. I have a serious case of butterflies about tomorrow so there’s still a chance I might freak the fuck out and just be a no-show. Anyway, let me tell you about the weekend instead.

“I was invited to a game night. You know, a night where we’d be playing board games or card games and I thought it sounded kind of lame and geeky but I decided to go anyway because I didn’t have anything else on.”

My friends did not understand why I expressed such hesitation. “I’ve always found game nights to be really fun.” “Yeah, me too.”

“Oh, there was no alcohol,” I told them and their faces fell silent in exactly the same way mine had done. My first thoughts of an alcohol-free gathering of twentysomethings were of a church group. Surely, only the fear of God could wring the alcohol away from these children, it’s not so much a choice amongst our age group as it is a natural instinct.

I drink, therefore I am.

Turns out… not true! Here were twelve sober, young people crammed around a table playing Uno. We did not even engage in the debauchery of hip-hop music; there was no music at all. Just our loud voices and laughter. We played Uno, some crappy card game called Apples to Apples and two rounds of Mafia. In the second round, I was awarded the non-standard role of Prostitute and this elicited copious amounts of giggles from the peanut gallery but I held my head high. The world’s oldest profession is not an easy one but let me tell you I carried it out with my dignity intact, sir. Which is more than I can say for your 9-to-5 spent chained to a desk.

This night did make me question my motives for drinking though.

P.S. I hate anyone that uses the term “social lubricant”. The world of socializing is much more closely associated with sex than it is with, say, the internal combustion engine and the term “lubricant” does not accurately convey the intended meaning of the phrase. I will, however, accept the Newspeak abbreviation, “SocLube”.