Went out drinking last night. I’ve been fairly crabby lately. Being settled in one place, not travelling, it’s getting to me. And it’s taking way longer to get used to than I thought it would. So I went to a bar where I knew nobody with the express intention of getting drunk. I achieved my desires. Watching sport on the TVs: the World Cup Qualifier games between Australia vs. Uzbekistan and Greece vs. Israel; Houston Rockets vs. Phoenix Suns in the NBA. Eyes scanning all the games but not really paying attention to any. Sat at a bar-like table facing the TVs, I was doing all of this over the heads of loads of students eating wings. It was 45-cent wings night. Some random guy was talking to me about drumming outside. Pregnant woman smoking, which felt like being sent to the 1960s in a time machine.
I got leathered, walked home in the rain. Ate a hamburger at McDonald’s on the way. If there’s one thing more depressing than sitting in a McDonald’s drunk and wet, it’s sitting drunk and wet in a McDonald’s which is primarily a drive-thru’: walk-in customers seemed to be lowest on their list of priorities. It took three plays of “Since I’ve Been Loving You” to walk home. If you were driving past, you’d have seen me air-guitaring. Or air-drumming.