So let's begin with Saturday. Since my memory is pretty much as bad as it's always been, this time I brought along a little black notebook to document my progress throughout the evening, with timestamps and everything. Oh, how I will make people hate this little book. [queue evil laughter]I arrived to Möku at 19.28 and found it to be quite empty, as it usually is at this time on any given Saturday night. There were but a few people besides myself, Maria and Kristina, who were working on that day. Soon after my entrance I proudly exclaimed, that I will not be needing alcoholic beverages this evening, to which Maria explained my little project. So it appears, that Kristina is also doing the same thing in the exact same timeframe. I sense a celebration of our mutual success some time early February. After all, I have all my dear friends helping me on my journey of sobriety offering me free drinks and mocking me for being boring and not drunk at all. Am I really That entertaining when drunk?
As the night progressed, we discussed many of fine topics, one of which was about the worst combination of illnesses one could have at the same time. When I had told a story about the time I had a stomach flu and a hangover at the same time, Maria told a peculiar story about a friend of hers who had a stomach flu and a serious cough at the same time. It took a couple of minutes to stop laughing at the very picturesque situation that poor person had to go through.
Some time later, a girl arrived, who I shall henceforth call Loss. Why? Mostly because she's the main character in this story, while me myself would be Redemption. Blame Kevin.
Apparently Loss came from a funeral of some relative she wasn't acquainted with personally, so it wasn't much of a downer for the evening. Note that at this point Loss was quite sober.
Nothing much happened for a while besides some general chatter about general things. The night was mellow and the bartenders were playing all kinds of interesting songs with sometimes weird and surreal videos. One of those I found quite creepy, but at the same time kind of trippy. By combining the two, we figured out a general word to describe this weird and unusual situation - Treepy. Remember this word, kids. When you grow old and become creepy perverts with a weird post-drug trippiness, your kids might start saying you're being treepy. I'm rather proud of that one.
At one point, my trusty sidekick Loss received a free beer, which was either the end of an old keg, the beginning of a new one or a combination of the two. This made her quite happy and sitting there with two glasses of beer she exclaimed that the two glasses were like breasts, while rubbing them in a manner a girl would imagine men would. Yes, she was getting a bit drunk and my night was getting a little bit more interesting, one drink at a time.
Some time later a young man recognized me as the person who writes a blog about sobriety. As I don't know that young man personally, I figured that this must be what fame feels like. Apparently he found this blog because I posted a link of it on Kevin's blog and apparently liked it. Thank you, kind stranger. Excuse me for not knowing your name, I shall refer to you as Kevin. I did recognize Kevin's face, so I guess he must be one of the regulars that came in with the real Kevin.
After my fourth or fifth consecutive cup of tea I decided that it would be time to switch to softer stuff, so I ordered a glass of water with some ice and lemon. A funny thing about this drink. They served it in a glass I usually drink beer out of and for a brief moment it felt like I belonged there in the midst of people who actually drank beer out of these glasses. This made me feel good, because being sober in the middle of a bar full of drunk people was still weird. I'm pretty sure that feeling won't go away in time and that is the exact reason non-drinkers prefer to stay away from places such as bars and clubs. I understand those people better each day I spend in Möku without a face full of beer.
As the night progressed, there was another interesting subject I would like to mention. We discussed cats and what is going on in their head and while even the sober me cannot put in words the thoughts of a cat, Loss explained in these words: "Hey, hey, hey, woo!". I think that could have had a deep philosophical meaning, which I in my sobriety was unable to fathom. Thinking back on that fascinating description of the psyche of a cat, she might have been quite right.
At about 11 pm, me and Loss found that it would be an interesting idea to visit Nott, as it had been open for the second day after a long pause because of some sort of problem with plumbing, which I shall not delve into right now. We decided that we would finish our drinks and pay the old place a visit. Loss said Nott reminded her of a train station. I hadn't thought about it in that way, but I guess it's a possibility to describe that place, as it is usually crowded, with a really long bar which reminds a ticket line and the room is kind of long and not too wide.
About ten minutes before leaving, a friend of mine arrived, who I shall henceforth call Kevin, because I can't think of a better name right now. She told us that she was going to a club with a mutual friend of mine and hers and is currently in the process of waiting for him. Since there was no sign of the man and me and Loss already finished our drinks, she decided to join us in our venture to Nott. So there we were, Kevin, Loss and Redemption, walking through the cold night toward our next adventure.
We arrived at 11.35 pm and found that Nott was quite full of people. We soon discovered that the friend Kevin was supposed to meet was already there to greet us. Kevin and the friend had a drink with us, Loss and Redemption were not drinking. After a few minutes I remembered that Nott served a very curious little shot called the Slippery Nipple. Loss found the name curious and I offered to buy her one. I had another good friend working at Nott that night, so I received my shot quite quickly. It was only when I gave the drink to Loss I remembered that Loss didn't like Bailey's, which was a key ingredient in the shot. Nevertheless, she drank the shot and actually enjoyed it very much. We sat there for a while longer, discussing different topics, including the black little notebook Loss learned to hate already. Some half an hour after arriving, we decided that Möku was better and went back.
We arrived at 12.10 pm and at that point Möku was quite full of people. We managed to find a seat in the corner near the entrance and spent most of the rest of the evening there. At one point we got closer to the bar and I also got to sit for a little while.As Loss is quite short, she found sitting in the corner fascinating, as it was low enough for her to hit her head on the ceiling. Möku has an arch-type ceiling, which is lower in the corners, so when standing on the leg-rest of the chair, she was able to touch the ceiling with her head. Loss was very proud of her accomplishment.
After that, time pretty much flew, as nothing noteworthy happened and I was getting rather bored.
At one point Riho showed up, which was very much a surprise for me, as when I last saw him on the first of January, he was going to the army and I figured I wouldn't see him for at least a couple of months. He went on to tell me how he enjoys his life in the army. Can't relate, as I've never been in the army, but I'm happy for him.
As Loss was already very drunk, we decided that it would be time to call it a night. We gathered our things and went on our merry way. We left at 2.12 am. I got some cash for the cab fare and gave Loss a ride home and went home myself. I had a very interesting chat about sobriety and smoking with the cab driver.
In the aftermath I am a little bit sorry that I didn't go to Zavood as I had thought I would, because at about half past four am, I received a text from Kevin, that there was a good female friend of mine and she was kissing a person, who I shall not name here. Let's just say it was a weird thing to imagine and I'm guessing an even weirder thing to observe.
Bonus track: Sunday.
I really wanted to write this post on the early hours of Sunday, but I was feeling much too lazy and figured I'd do it later. I woke up at about half past 2 pm and noticed a text from a dear friend of mine who was having a birthday in half an hour. I quickly got up, called her about me being late, took a shower, had a late breakfast and got there a bit before 4 pm. The birthday sitting was at Big Ben pub. It was a nice and friendly evening and I decided I should go to Möku before going home. I got there at about 8pm and was greeted by Joosep and Johhi. I had a few cups of tea, some water, had a good chat and listened to good music. A truly nice ending to an interesting weekend.
In conclusion, this weekend I found that being sober is very possible, not even very difficult, but it can get quite annoying if you're surrounded by loud drunks. Sure, what else could I expect from a bar. It is nice, however, that most of my friends support me in my curious endeavour.
On next week's blog: Tuesday with Andres (to be confirmed), Friday (friday gonna get down whatever), Saturday lan-day (which, I'd imagine, won't be a very interesting read, so I'll think about writing about it)
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