Got drunk and kept drinking. Getting plastered was fun and perhaps I will have the urge to do it again in another year-and-a-half or so.
Notes. 1) Bachelors tend to be commitment-shy; in my case, I’m not even anxious to commit to a few hours in the altered state of intoxication. I remain in character under the hammer and argue with perception. “Well that was fun, now I’d like to stop seeing double please.”
2) When you’re drunk, people seem to just melt into each other.
Woke up this morning after a couple hours sleep–still drunk. I felt fine today. A little sleepy. Did last night’s disruption in mental routine cause me to break out of summer torpor? No. Only travel will do that.
It was a fine sunny day, but decorum compelled me to put my shirt back on after I got the memo re: the claw marks on my back.