This might not come as a surprise to many people but I don’t tend to drink very often and at all. Yesterday at dinner I enjoyed a kahlua milkshake, because it looked tasty (it was) and because I figure that after the year I’ve had I deserved to enjoy some strong drink at the Feast of Tabernacles, even if it’s not something I often tend to enjoy often. It would certainly be worth ordering again. At any rate, it was the first time I had ordered something to drink in a long while–I don’t drink very often, that is to be sure, often once or twice a year. It might be good to increase that number a little bit, especially when there are enjoyable mixed drinks to be found and no driving is necessary.
I say this not to brag about my own sobriety, but rather because today the person I was riding home with from a dinner party (where neither of us drank) got pulled over by a police officer who thought he was drunk (to be fair, it was a Saturday night). Because the person driving (not me) was a bit slow, a bit tired, and not good at navigating, someone apparently snitched on him, complaining, and a local Redmond police officer pulled him over, saw he wasn’t drunk, saw we weren’t troublemakers, and sent us immediately home. Instead of filling his quota with a DUII (as Oregon calls those who drive while intoxicated), he simply let us go without a ticket. And that is always a good thing.
I happen to love dinner parties myself. Even if there aren’t a lot of people my age (and there really wasn’t anyone else between 19 and 40 at the party where I went), there is always something to do. For example, the 19 year old there (a niece of the party’s host) is a fellow member of our festival choir (she is a soprano who knows most of the songs from previous experience, never comes to practice, and is also a fellow writer deeply interested in drama, so we had a lot to chat about). As it happens, the young lady is participating in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), and considering that the experiences that have happened to me recently are practically novelistic, I figured that writing a nonfiction work that talked about the comic experiences of my recent exit from Thailand would make a most excellent work. So I decided to join the competition myself.
I decided to call my ‘novel’ “Escape From The Land Of Smiles,” and put it under the humor/satire category, because it is going to have a rather dry and grim and ironic sense of humor, as much of my writing does. I plan on doing it in a bit of a nonlinear way, but one which captures the humor and absurdity of my life in full form. At any rate, given my interests in writing, I find that productivity and creativity are far better ways of dealing with the craziness of life than misguided attempts at self-medication. I would rather write than drink. Obviously not everyone agrees, but we are all responsible for ourselves and our own decisions. I would rather keep my mind clear, so that I was free to make sense of my life without being impaired.