I’ve been given an extension on my deadline. Yesterday morning I called my agent to tell her I needed more time. There are two stories I’m chasing and I’d really like to make sure they are included. She gave me an extension.
Whew. I was really stressing. My immune system seems to be forcing me to rest so I took yesterday afternoon and watched TV in bed and fell asleep - I mean REALLY fell asleep for a good 12 hours. Evidently I needed it. I even ate two whole meals and didn’t drink 5 gallons of coffee because I knew I didn’t need to pound out a high word count for the day.
Rest.
Wow. What a concept. The last few weeks I’ve been so stressed about getting to my deadline that I’ve been planning my life for after the 15th. Well, that’s today and I’m still mired in this manuscript, so I’m going to have to do some brainstorming and see what I can come up with for options.
As for you guys who want to know more about the Pirate Party, I got drunk. My first time being drunk! Three mitais, three rum and cokes, and part of a lemon drop.
The good news is that I think all the citrus really helped my sore throat, although – I could have been too drunk to notice something as trivial as a sore throat.
I fell down once, being that I was leaning against the couch, slid my hands across the back and suddenly the back wasn’t there anymore. I was on the floor laughing when Jeffy rushed over to see if I was okay.
I belted out Karaoke, got lots of loot form my dear friends, and fell asleep on the couch.
I had a blast! And while I think I handled myself well for a first time drunk (I didn’t yak, or maim anyone, or run around naked – I think) I woke up the next morning feeling great. I wasn’t hung over. I felt refreshed albeit a little snappy.
The moral of the story is, I no longer have a paralyzing fear of alcohol. I think I really needed to know which irrational fears are based in truth and which are debunkable. Yes, I was chatty, and sang a lot and told stories at the top of my vocal register, but I didn’t hit anyone, or hurt myself or behave with cruelty. I was in good hands with people I trusted, and who watched me carefully so I knew I was safe (although me and Doering were the last ones standing at 3:30 am) everyone else passed out during Pirates of the Caribbean.
For the experiment of Bliss, I can report. For my personal experience of being the sober one all my life, being drunk was fun also. As a sober, I am just as capable of loud karaoke, chattiness and falling down – I just sensor myself to prevent myself from looking stupid. With drunkenness, there’s a lower level of self judgment. Perhaps some people become alcoholics to prevent their own self-judgments from tearing them down.
I have my own share of self-judgment – I’m a pro! But I was happy to realize, I’m pretty happy with who I am. Where I am. And where I want to go. I learned I can cut loose a little more and have a little more fun, but likely I don’t need to be drunk – I just need to be more engaged in those around me, and less concerned with how I am perceived. Off key Karaoke? Bring it on baby!
All these revelations are a hint to my own brand of Bliss. The greatest part of the party experience is not the alcohol – it’s the company. It’s about hanging out with people you love. Laughing, telling stories and competing with a mic on the x-box. Sober or drunk, my friends are amazing and I’m truly grateful that they were there with me. Andymay, put up great decorations, and made an orgasmic chocolate cake decorated with pirate legos. Jeffy and Mistress Sara mixed drinks and cooked fantastic food to make sure no one drank on an empty stomach. You can’t have a Pirate Party without Pirates! And I’m blessed to be able to say – I know a lot of good pirates!
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