Sober Reflections

I woke up with such a huge hangover this morning that the only way to alleviate it was masturbation. For some odd, unknown reason, hangovers make me horny. I think part of it may stem from the need to feel something different, anything, really, from what I am feeling. And an orgasm is great for a headache. For masturbatory fodder I mined a hookup from my college days, a student leadership conference. I almost called work to tell them that I'd be late, but that would have been detrimental to my self-esteem. Especially in light of what Drinking Buddy said to me last night at Nick's.

We were watching the election returns come in and Drinking Buddy was getting depressed.

"Great! Obama loses the white vote in Ohio. Buncha fucking racists. I've been there. Racist state. Won't pull the lever for a black candidate. How can anyone prefer Hillary?"

I steered the subject in another direction, since I didn't want Drinking Buddy veering to the dark side. Suddenly he turned to me:

"You know, you're a bigger drinker than I am....."

I audibly gasped.

"It's true. You handle it well, but you ARE a bigger drinker than I am..."

He was right.

We had probably had four shots at this point. There would be more, but this was at number four. I spend a lot of time and money going out, but having Drinking Buddy comment on your consumption is rather sobering.

On the other hand, fuck it. If I wanted to stay in and play pinnacle I'd have moved to Naperville.