Thursday, December 4, 2008

goggles and bellies


Ever since I moved to DC life has been a ride for me. It started off slow but as time progressed I have found myself engaging in all sorts of activities making new friends, keeping in touch with old friends and basically orienting myself to the change in pace and lifestyle that one experiences when you move to a place like DC coming from the New York metro area.

One thing remains true however, I still like to party like a rockstar. It is tough because each time I do go out in DC I need to make the appropriate plans to get home in one way or another, I know the metro stops running at midnight for instance and there is no way I am willing to shell out the required 50 or 60dollars to take a cab home after that. So that leaves very few options.

Last night I attended a social networking event which was absolutely great. It was sponsored by a couple of big wigs and well there was food and booze and a lot of people to meet there. The event went well and I actually networked with some amazing people some of whom work for NASA and all sorts of other great places.

There were some ok looking girls at the begining of the night and later on after a few drinks they looked a lot cuter and quite palatable. I was wondering what if this was the chain of events..

We continue hanging out and have a great time, I happen to miss the metro and call a friend desperately trying to figure out how to find a place to sleep and how to get home. That falls through so i decide to go back and after a plethora of shots, I go home with the one girl, solving one issue I do not need to ride the metro anymore.
So I wake up the next morning at 5am, and take a peek at this girl and realize all of a sudden she is not a 9.95 but maybe a low 7? WTF. Beer goggles my friend thats what.

I always wondered what it is about alcohol induced encounters and if its a secret part of our lives coming out or if it is just lack of judgement and character. Alcohol can do many things to us, make us happy, sad, horny, tired... wired. If there is an emotion there is a type of alcohol that can bring it out in all of us.

What are your thoughts on this? How do you get when you drink and do you ever regret the encounters or shrug it off and call muligans?



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