Closing the Place
Why aren’t I drunk? I mean like RIGHT NOW? I should totally get drunk!
Why? Because in approximately a week, I’ll be a daddy, and then, the party’s over.
It wouldn’t be so bad, except for the fact that I came to the party so late. I was never a hard fast liver, always responsible before my time. But now, all of a sudden, I find myself closing the place, and wishing I’d had one or two binges before last call. It feels like all the stools are already up on the bar except for the one I’m sitting at, nursing my last scotch and smoke.
Starting in a week, it’s all diapers, night-feeding, Diego, and on a good day, maybe some Kung Fu Panda. Iron Man V will be available for home download before I get to see a movie I want in the theater again.
>sigh<
But whatever, you know? The good part about being a generally clean liver and a homebody is that I’m not giving up all that much. Just the freedom to DECIDE not to get drunk/stoned/on a plane to Vegas/etc. If that’s the biggest price I have to pay for a child to love who will pass on my DNA to future generations, well then it’s one I pay gladly.
But still… I should get drunk.
It isn’t that hard to change a diaper drunk.
You do realize that life doesn’t ‘stop’ just b/c you have a child, right??
Now I feel terrible for being on antibiotics when I came up to visit. We should totally have gotten hammered together.
Dude, you’re always feeling terrible about something. Quit that. It’s not like you went on antibiotics on purpose.
Besides, we are going to get fucking wasted in London in Sept. after my book launch.
Ah, the British. It’s nice to know someone, somewhere, truly appreciates the intoxicating power of cider.
Great – you’ll be partying it up in Swinging London while I’m stuck at home with your baby attached to my boob. As soon as you come home, buddy, I’m leaving her with you and spending the rest of the weekend at the Zombie Hut!
Deal.
And a bargain, at that!