Drunkards and Billiards

Sunday, July 2, 2006

The day started slow. As my usual routine during weekends, I woke up pretty much in the afternoon. Then slept again at around 4pm. I thoroughly enjoy the warm Florida afternoon, probably the best afternoon in the world I've seen. Some cities boast of a busy nightlife, and Florida is even one of them. But for me, the Floridian afternoon is just as good.

Through my room window, I gazed at the warm day outside. The plants and trees, unmoving and eternally still, it's a picture of tranquility. The sky is nothing but a vibrant hue of blue with a few patches of white. It's as picture perfect as it can be.

A gentle almost imperceptible breeze of air brushes on your skin, the afternoon seduces you to just accept it's caress. The sun streaks through my blinds invites me to lay down and lazily let the day pass through.

Finally, I awoke, at around 7. After some talk, my roommate and I decided to go have buffalo wings. I casually tossed around the idea that we should go to Hooters, since they serve pretty good wings there. An hour later, we were headed to the nearest one.

We got there and Manu ordered a draft beer. Me being unknowlegeable about beers and not liking what I have sampled so far the past few weeks, decided to try something new. A smirnoff. It sounded cool.

I had two bottles before we decided to call it a night. While starting the car on the way home, I think it was Manu who started the topic of me wanting to know how it feels to be drunk.

Yes, I haven't been drunk all my life. How Manu came to know that I want to be drunk is another topic in itself that I'll probably write down in more detail sometime if I get a chance. The thing is, I have a list of things that I want to do before I die. And since I haven't been drunk, doing that is one item on the list.

So, Manu said to stop by a Walgreens on the way. Maybe we can purchase some tequila. Unfortunately, it was around 11, and the Walgreens we went to closed at 10.

But alas, across the street is another bar and it has some billiards tables. We can go there and not have drinking be the primary thing that occupies us.

We got inside, and got ourselves a nice billiards table. We each ordered a Long Island Ice Tea. Manu said since I liked Smirnoff, I'll like this one. We played one game, which I won of course. By the 2nd game, I finished one glass and a 2nd one was on the way. At this point, my focus was at the game and not on getting myself drunk.

In the middle of the game though, I feel completely different. I couldn't keep my balance and I was so talkative.

I guess I'm drunk!

We finished the game, and ended up tied 2-2. I let Manu drive, cause even when we both drank the same amount, he's more experienced and he seems to be still in control of his senses.

On the way home, I was laughing at the whole situation. Cause I can see that I was fully in control of what I was doing. I mean, I wasn't like being unconscious of my actions. I was fully conscious and pretty much in command of my choices. It's just that my motor skills are screwed up. And I had less inhibitions. And I was less scared of consequences that might result from my actions.

Once we got home, I pretty much went straight to my bed.