Until last night, I’d forgotten what an adventure it is hanging out with drunk people – the clumsy hands spilling cocktails in their wake, the long pauses followed by deep thoughts, the inability to keep on one’s footwear – joie de vivre! One of Lean’s grad school friends came into town and they got absolutely SLOSHED. It reminded me of my early college days when partying like that was a staple on my social calendar. But those days have long since passed – I can’t even remember the last time I was drunk. (Lean likes to make a joke about some wine coolers last fall but don’t listen to her.) After awhile, the drunkenness rubbed off on me as evidenced by my assurances to Lean’s friend (who lives in Appleton, WI) that “we will totally come visit you in Applebees.”
My iced latte was free today because the computer at Starbucks was down! As I happily slurped away, it occurred to me that little girl Mymsie would’ve hated the taste of espresso. What happens as we get older that makes us more tolerant of foul flavors like beer and blue cheese? Somehow the horror of those extra years crushes our wills until we actually appreciate the musk of smelly socks.