So this Friday is about me finally getting my drink on again. Funny, how many people were patiently waiting for it to happen, curiously enough including myself. Not drinking does have it's merits, most of which you don't realize until morning, but in the end it's boring to be sober. That is also the main thing I've realized about sobriety.
As usual, the night started off with dinner and this time I was joined by Bloody Mary, so I figured it should be something a little bit nicer than Ruunipizza, so we went to Nälg. Since it's quite extremely cold outside, Nälg offers free peppermint tea at the entrance, which I think is a very awesome gesture. Bloody Mary took a cup and we headed upstairs. Apparently my order was somewhat complicated, because it took them some 45 minutes to prepare. Tasty, though. Since the waiters at Nälg on that evening were friends of mine, I even got a discount, which made me quite happy. It's good to have friends.
Since the dinner took a while, we didn't get to Möku before half past eight and while still sitting at Nälg waiting for food, I received a call from Roosi, who wanted to know if I was going there soon. Anyway, we finished our dinner and went to Möku. When we arrived, I found Absinth already waiting for me and Roosi, who was working the bar with Maria, proceeded to pour me a beer, my first beer of 2012.I sat down between Absinth and Bloody Mary, warmed up my hands a little bit, said a short toast to the end of sobriety and took a sip. To be honest, I expected the first sip to be tastier, but it wasn't bad at all, oh no. After the first sip, Maria, Roosi, Bloody Mary and Absinth looked at me, as if expecting me to say something incredibly intelligent or make a joke of some kind. I sighed with relief. After all, that sip signified the end of a month of boredom, insecurities and being dead tired at 1 am. After a month of being the weird guy who drinks tea at a bar and seems to enjoy himselt, after being mocked and encouraged by various people, after drinking a truckload of tea, I finally felt I belonged again, with a beer in my hand and a smile on my face. Good times.
Since the night was cold as the devil's butt-crack, we didn't really expect the bad to be overly filled with people and for most part we weren't wrong, as there were fewer people than usual. So there I sat, between Bloody Mary and Absinth, unable to find a subject that would fit them both, I figured it was best to speak to each in turns. Some time later, a very large group of foreign students dropped in all at once, which left the door open for quite some time, so it suddenly got very cold. The leader of the pack of people of all colors and sizes stepped up to the bar and inquired about a reservation, which was supposed to be made earlier. I honestly have not heard of anyone making a reservation for space in Möku, as it would mean reserving the whole of Möku. Obviously, the leader wasn't a pub person to expect that. Funny they would have the bar hop organized by a person who isn't familiar with said bars. No problem, they found themselves some room at the center for the bar and stayed for some time.
Soon after Jägermeister arrived and sat next to Absinth, we decided to have a new and experimental shot I came up with a couple of days ago with Aadi. Initially, he wanted to call it Lumberjack's Day Off, but I called it the Bloody American instead. It consists of a little bit of grenadine syrup and the rest is Jack Daniels. There are two variants to the shot, one where Jack Daniels stays on top of grenadine and the other where the two are mixed. I had the mixed one and Jägermeister had the other. I must say, grenadine really made Jack Daniels taste better, but there was still a lot of bourbon taste to it. Jägermeister exclaimed, that the shot was interesting, as the grenadine was slowly coming through the strong taste of Jack Daniels. Sweet whiskey. Go figure.
Meanwhile, I got into a discussion about handwriting with Absinth and Bloody Mary, which ended up with each of us writing down a sentence which supposedly has every letter in the English language: Quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. Apparently it's supposed to be THE quick brown fox, but we didn't bother to check and everyone wrote it wrong. No difference, it was a heap of fun and we also included the bartenders and some other innocent victims. We are a vicious bunch when we get out drink on..
Some interesting things we discovered. Bloody Mary went first. Her handwriting is very narrow and italic, not very easy to read, but I think looks the best of the bunch. Next, Absinth gave it a shot. Her handwriting looks proper, but upon closer examination, some letters are confusing, like the combination of E and R sort of melt together. She herself told us that it's supposedly a sign of Down syndrome. After Absinth, I tried it myself and will not critique my ugly scribbles in fear of sounding too pessimistic. After us, Maria also tried. Her handwriting is the easiest to read. Very stable, round and straight, Absinth found it to be the best looking of them all. After Maria, Roosi tried and apparently had problems with the first word. Since Roosi proceeded to write a total of 6 different samples, I will not analyze all of them, because I'm lazy and I have a hangover.
There were many others who tried their hand. Jägermeister, Red Wine, Krissu and a dude called Rando, who was so drunk that he wrote this:
While we were discussing handwriting, Bloody Mary's friend Red Wine dropped in. Apparently she somehow knows me from all the conversations I've had on the wall of Bloody Mary. As previously mentioned, she too tried the handwriting test. What made Red Wine so very fascinating was her R vocal, which she pronounces with a cool throat sound, which I can't really put in words. It sounded so lovely and awesome, that I was simply giggling with glee. Red Wine's name was a little bit unusual for these parts, as it had a Z in it, but I didn't think much of it until some time later, when Fred mentioned she was Dutch. I found this very weird and unbelievable, as her Estonian was very clear after having lived in Estonia only for three or four years. I guess some people simply have the knack for languages. Fascinating girl, that one.
At one point Absinth pulled out a tube of hand cream and we all tried it and agreed that it was indeed good. Seeing that, Maria also pulled out her tube of hand cream and we ended up passing it around the pub. There were many soft hands on that day.At this point, I wrote a line in my little black book, which just reads "Fun Fun". This signifies the realization, that it is indeed fun to be drunk. I never actually realized how fun exactly until I did this sober month thing. Very educational indeed. I was feeling excellent. I noticed that I have to pee a lot more, which makes sense. Tea makes you want to pee, but clearly not as much as beer. I don't even know how many beers I had in the end. I don't think it was too many though, because I wasn't too drunk, just slightly tipsy and at my best behavior and mood.
Jeka was there, too. Away from the army for the weekend, apparently. I'm not sure at which point in the story he arrived, but I know he was there, because I specifically wrote down not to forget it. Not that I would have, but still, something made me write it down very specifically.
Anyway, at some point I went to the toilet and when I came back, there were a bunch of blue shots on the bar, apparently bought by Jeka. Thanks, Jeka, good shots. We drank most of them, but for some reason there was one left which nobody wanted. I balanced three shot glasses on top of each other, when a random girl appeared next to me and asked what's in that shot. Instead of trying to explain, I gave her the last remaining shot, which she proceeded to drink and after that tried to put it on top of my three perfectly balanced shot glasses, after which the tower toppled and some of the glasses broke. The girl said sorry and abruptly disappeared from sight.
Some time later, a bit before 1 am, I noticed that it was really late and I wasn't sleepy at all. See, when I was sober, I always got really tired at around 1 am and went home. Apparently booze does keep you going.
Since Bloody Mary had to be sober enough to drive in the morning, I pushed her into a cab and when back inside, I discovered, that Absinth had left a while back, Jeka and Krissu went to a club and I was pretty much alone and bored, so I decided it was time to move. Before leaving, I met Porter, who I hadn't had a decent chat in a long time, so I stayed for another few minutes. Since I was invited to attend a birthday party in Nott, I figured I'd step by and see what's up. I didn't spent a lot of time there, as the place was really loud and crowded and the few familiar faces I did know didn't have much time to entertain me. I did see Gin Tonic and had a chat with him. Apparently, he too reads this blog. My-my, I don't think I quite realize the amount of fans I've got reading this thing. I gathered a little bit of warmth and pushed on in the other direction, Zavood, passing by Möku again.
Zavood was quite full of people and at first I didn't see any familiar faces, but while standing near the Foosball table, a girl I'd never seen before exclaimed, that I was 'that blog guy'. A fan, I thought. Awesome. I sat down next to her in a group of people I didn't know, except for one guy. The fan, Dark Rum, told me that she has been reading my stuff for a couple of months. I found that very weird, as I'd just begun writing the damn thing about a month ago. Dark Rum didn't want to believe me for some reason. I stayed with the group for a little while and had a beer. While sitting there, I once again realized how good it is to have a beard in this weather. It's between -20 and -30 Celsius and I don't have to worry about hiding my chin from the cold. The beard keeps it really warm and nice. My mustache keeps freezing though.
At some point I got bored with the people there and felt a little bit unwelcome, because I obviously did pretty much sit there uninvited like I owned the place. Bailey's and Jim Beam entertained me for a while, but at about 3.45am I decided it was time to go, so I finished my beer, took my stuff, said my goodbyes to Dark Rum and went on my merry way, to Krooks. There I found Screwdriver, who was with Tequila and they asked me to join them. We sat there, had a beer and the effects of Tequila on men and women until the bar was closed. Tequila and Screwdriver did ask me to join them in the next pub, which was probably Zavood, but I figured since I'm on the way home already, it wouldn't be wise to stray back to a previous point, not in this weather.
I walked home at a fast pace and what do you know, I survived without freezing off a single limb.
In conclusion, I'm very glad to be drinking again. I met a bunch of new people, had heaps of fun and didn't even have a very strong hangover in the morning. All went well and I'll continue drinking happily.
About this blog, however, I am unsure. Since the blog was about sobriety and I'm sober no more, I don't know what to do. On one hand, I could continue writing the blog about me drinking, shamelessly hitting on women and getting piss-drunk and then describing the magnitude of my hangover on a Y U No Drink (YUND) scale, but this sort of thing has already been done so many times over and over and over again and I am in disbelief that mine would be worth writing.
On the other hand, I have different fingers. No, wait.. On the other hand, I could put the project on a hibernation until I think of some use for this thing. Maybe some other fascinating challenge to take on. Quitting smoking and drinking at the same time, trying to become an alcoholic for a little while or maybe some other weird thing I can't think of right now. I'm open for suggestions.
Then again, I could just leave it at that. I could finish with this post and never write in this particular blog again. I could instead do something useful with my time. I could become the President of the United States. Fine, I can't do that. I was thinking about starting a book to see where it leads. Maybe get rich and famous.
Well, I guess it's really up to you, dear readers. I'm open for all kinds of suggestions and ideas. My little black book is still at F with the rest of the alphabet to go.
Until then,
Toodles!
