Wednesday, January 07, 2004

The Only Thing I'm Good For: A friend writes:
You know what I just realized? I never call you unless I can foresee that we can go drinking shortly thereafter. Like, if I think to myself, "Maybe I should call Manhattan Transfer.... But no, I'm all booked up for the next week, so no drinking," then I decide, "I'll just call next week." I believe that this may be partially responsible for the fact that we never hang out unless it's to get shitfaced. Of course, that's not to undercut the value of our individual propensities toward overindulgence.
I'm definitely going to be telling that story to a bunch of strangers in a twelve-step program soon.