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November 18, 2004
I drink because I am thirsty
This week I took a trip to Boozetown and found out that I am no longer welcome. Out out, ancient interloper! Apparently, as you get older, it is much harder for the body to bounce back from various overindulgences. Whereas fifteen thousand cosmopolitans consumed in one evening might seem like a wonderful idea, in actuality it is not (however delicious they may be.) You end up forgetting you have a meeting with your boss and your boss's boss at 9am the next morning, then eating saltines and whimpering at your desk for the entire day. The other bad thing is that it was a work party, I am a manager, and there are cute boys at work. Combine these elements and you have a recipe for danger - shaken, not stirred!
At times I find it very hard to reconcile my former party party party self with the new, responsible person that being a parent forces you to be. It can also be isolating, since you stop having as much in common with your childless friends, and plus who has the time anymore to see anyone. The fact that the Texaco down the street has a fairly impressive wine selection led to my recent hypothesis that there must be many of us newish parents, confined to our homes by strict meal and bedtimes, a little exhausted army led by foot-high generals. I find this somehow comforting.
There's a restaurant/pub that opened a few blocks away that parents just sort of...took over. Every time we went (and it was often) there would be other parents and their babies having dinner, enjoying delicious microbrews and cocktails, and clearly reveling in the fact that they were out of the house! Having a drink! Like grown-ups! Then one day, the place simply REMOVED ALL THE HIGHCHAIRS except for one. Clearly, the House of Baby is not what they had intended to be. Assholes. We shall all take our business to the Texaco henceforth.
Posted by Max at November 18, 2004 12:46 AM