Kevinday

Friday. Day five of my seemingly endless suffering.

So the evening started off as usual. I started getting calls at about half past seven and I went to Nälg for a bite to eat a bit before 8 pm. Nälg is a curious little place, even a bit hipsterish, as the whole place is designed as really oldschool, with soviet-era furnishing, VHS cassettes where you're supposed to keep books and this whole oldish atmosphere. I like the place and I usually like the food. This time, not so much, but I won't delve deeper into that, as it is completely unimportant. It was a bit strange, as I usually have a beer with my meal, but not this time, otherwise this thing here would be rather pointless.

After the light but costly meal, I went to Möku, as I usually do. As I was nearing the place I like to call home, I noticed a girl, who I shall, for anonymity's sake, call Kevin. We had a brief chat about her being there despite her earlier mentioning that she would not go there while I write this thing. The fact that I would replace her name with Kevin seemed to calm her down. We soon went inside and I was greeted by Sille-Liis and Kris, who were working on that fateful day. Upon explaining my curious predicament, Kris told me a story about he and a fellow colleague once did the same thing and how bad it was. Very encouraging indeed, but I think that I'll manage to make my sobriety at least somewhat interesting. This blog does help. There was also Kevin's friend, who I shall also call Kevin, mostly because I've completely forgotten his name. So there I sat, with Kevin between me and Kevin. I ordered tea. I had a lot of tea. I don't even know how much tea I had. Good tea, not so good tea. I'll now stop mentioning tea.

As the evening progressed, so did the intoxication of both Kevin and Kevin. At some point Kevin ran out of funds and I bought him a glass of whiskey. We talked about general stuff, but I did notice that I tend to suck at joking when I'm sober. I told some really lame jokes and puns, which I shall not repeat, as it would tremendously hurt my reputation as a funny person, which I usually think I am when I'm drunk.

So there I was, all around me people getting progressively drunk. A few people didn't like the idea of me being sober, including Jeka, who tried to offer me a drink they were enjoying. Something Tequila-like, but from either Romania or something like that. Not sure, didn't try. Then again some people congratulated me on taking on this complicated ordeal. Kevin wanted to make a bet with me, that she would buy me two beers when I fail. Kevin also tried to make another bet concerning me buying him a case of beer if I failed. Oh those Kevins and their bets. Some time later I was joined by the girls who called me earlier and I found out that one of them, who I shall call Kevin, is also sober this month. We may as well call it Sober January, as I'm sure a lot of people are having a sober month after the ordeal of Christmas and New Years and the week between the two.

At some point Möku got overrun with people, as it typically does on a Friday night, but being sober, I found it rather uncomfortable. It's really best to be drunk at these times, but I pushed on.
Some time later another girl showed up, who I shall also call Kevin, just to mess with your heads. Since she didn't find a spot near us, she joined Jeka and some other people at the end of the bar and I was left next to Kevin and some young punks, who I shall also call Kevin because I really don't remember the name of the one I talked to. Interesting chat there and curiously enough, no alcohol involved on my side. Kevin had a few beers and left at some point.

Now, Kevin had gotten himself quite drunk and decided to leave me and Kevin there, at which point Kevin got worried that all her friends left her there all alone, meanwhile I'm wondering what am I then.
Some time later, Maria arrived and joined Kevin in a conversation, so I was pretty much just sitting there on my own and thinking about what I would blog about when I got home. Some more time later I got tired of people pushing around me to get a drink at the bar, so I decided that me and Kevin would leave. This was at about half past midnight. So she finished her drink, I finished my water and we went on our merry way after bidding farewell to Kevin and Maria outside.

Since Kevin decided to try our luck at the Foosball table at Zavood, we headed that way. Zavood was really crowded at the time we got there and at that point it was only getting worse. We met another person we earlier met at Möku, who I shall also call Kevin, just to make things more interesting. Kevin and Kevin had a chat and I went on to greet all the friends of mine, including a co-worker, who I shall also refer to as Kevin. Kevin had come from a party with my old classmate, who I was also quite happy to see. I soon struggled through the masses to the Foosball table and found it quite occupied. Me and Kevin stood there watching the game and he even got to play a game himself. I didn't and I found that to be a good thing, as my arm has this weird pain it gets when I've played lately. Probably because I tend to play aggressively.

So anyway, I was soon joined by Kevin, who wanted to play, but seeing as we had no chance, me and her soon left. We went to Krooks. As you might guess, Krooks was also filled with all kinds of people, including Kevin who I had met in Möku earlier. Not sure if she was still sober, but I didn't see her drinking, so I'm guessing she was. Since we didn't have any room or any friends there besides Kevin, we soon decided to leave Krooks. I figured it was time to call it a night and Kevin found it best to go back to Zavood. I bid her farewell and while unpacking my trusty player, I overheard some drunk people across the street arguing about the best way to curse in Russian. Interesting.

Which brings me to the very fortunate end to my rather uneventful evening. Earlier on, when me and Kevin were leaving Zavood, at the front door there was an old beggar by the name of Lembit. He is a great person, really friendly and very grateful for any positive attention he got from people. Some people just don't have much luck in life and I'm guessing some of it had to do with alcohol, too. On this fateful evening, he looked a bit beaten up and was sitting on a trashcan next to wooden crutches. I've known him for a while and I tend to help people when I can. As he told me his brief but sad story about hunger and recent hospitalization, I gave him my last cash, 10€ and said goodbye. Now, this is important because of what happened on my way home. I was walking down a long street I always walk on when on my way home from the center, listening to melancholic love song by Mumford and Sons when I found the exact amount of 10€ in the middle of the street, with nobody around to claim it, so I picked it up. In the end I gave 10€ to a poor man while later gaining the same amount by sheer luck. I'm sure someone misses those 10€, but if I wouldn't have picked it up, someone else would have.
So I say a pretty good return on my investment.

No regrets.

tl;dr - An uneventful Friday night with a surprising end.