Friday, April 29, 2011

Musings from the Morning After

Whenever I wake up on a day off from work, I’m immediately filled with the child-like, romantic notion that anything is possible and a good time is inevitable. Sometime in the afternoon I opened my eyes – the black out shades I’d installed in my room had had the most serene effect on my inconsistent sleeping habits. Stepping out of bed and stumbling into the kitchen, I found a half empty pot of coffee. Hello there, I thought. But for reasons I fail to understand, I did not drink the coffee. Instead I turned around and headed for the bathroom, stopping just long enough in front of the mirror to give myself a motivational wink. Doesn’t everybody do that?

By the time I got out of the shower, he was already downstairs. In my mind I could picture my friend Paul furiously typing a brief message with abbreviate words into his Blackberry, the sole purpose of which to inform me that I was taking “Too fucking long”. Never one to disappoint my friends, I got it together and headed out the door. It was 4:29pm.

I greeted Paul with unusual enthusiasm. He flashed his great big smile, patted my back and asked plainly, “Are you stoned?”. No, I replied. We decided the best course of action would be to head down Loiza Street, look for a bar and take it from there. Our search proved futile and after walking for miles, stopping on occasion to check out a pawn shop or remark on the deviant pedestrians we encountered, we found a deli that served beer. When looking for a place to have a drink I usually set my standards pretty low, so an overpriced, pompous deli by the beach seemed like an appropriate place to start our drinking – right at the bottom.

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