As I was lying down on the sofa this afternoon, unable to leave the confines of my apt because of the hangover I was suffering, I thought to myself that I would probably be a terrible dad. That is if I had kids today and I continued to live my life at it's current course. What kid would want a dad that's hungover on a Saturday and unable to spend time with their kids on the weekend.
Last night on the way out, I told a friend who was remaining at the bar that I'd tell her the rest of some story I was explaining to her when I'm sober. She replied, "when are you ever sober?" That was a wakeup call of sorts. Living in NYC it's easy to lubricate without thinking of the consequences because I can always hail a cab and not worry about driving. Only once in my seven years here did I wake up in my apt and not have any recollection of how I got home. I don't go over the edge.... so I don't think.
I know it's beautiful out with low humidity and gorgeous sunlight, but I can't get myself to leave the apt. I was exhausted from a very long week at work and I kicked off the weekend with a 4pm happy hour next door to work. After taking a 20min nap at home, I got dinner with Hummer in Ktown. Afterwards, we headed to the underground poker room, but when we arrived it became apparent that it had gotten busted the night before because there was sign that said the building had closed down that specific floor. So we headed across town to the other poker room which is much grimier and shady. After getting patted down by a very large black man with greasy burrito fingers, we entered a room that had no AC and was filled with a ton of people. I guess all the people who played the other place that got shut down found this place. We left because it was standing room only. And it was a pretty dirty looking place, just waiting to get busted by the cops or license and inspections.
The rest of the night was filled with bars, weed, and women. Not that I indulged beyond the bar stuff.
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