Carpe noctem   2 comments

Vague intentions pave the path of least resistance.

Wednesday was the day my new door furniature arrived. Hurrah! All of it was good and shiny.

Otherwise the day wasn’t notable, but in the evening, after eating my leftover cauliflower/pasta/cheese bake early to avoid digestive discomfort at the gym, I gave the radiator pipes in the bedroom a second coat of paint.

I also thought that I’d contact my friend, to see if he was planning to go to CCL on Thursday. His response was not terribly enthusiastic, because of the (entirely understandable) post-unemployment cash-flow blues. Or reds.

So then I was faced with a bit of a dilemma; I’d set the evening aside already, and had a quick, easy dinner planned (yes, I plan dinner several days in advance, what of it?). Do I:

1) Be generous, offer to pay for his drinks for the evening, and go out as vaguely intended,
or
2) Think “Huzzah! I can play games all night!”

I suspect many people would think 1 was the no-brainer choice. I might agree with them. However, when you think about it, the advantages (seeing friend(s), going out, and being social) are somewhat counter-acted.

Firstly, that I’d been spending a lot of money of late has been niggling at me. Going to Cornwall last month, and buying stuff for the bedroom this month, adds up. Sadly, despite being a lot better off than I was a year or two ago, and not in any way considering myself ‘poor’, I do not have an infinite supply of money.

Secondly, it’s one of those ‘social’ things which seem pretty much opposed to actually being social. It’s not as bad as going to the cinema, where interaction is pretty much verboten (you wouldn’t have a get-together in a library, right? And books are better than films), but holding a conversation over the bands is pretty tricky, as they’re really rather loud. I quite like listening to them (they could stand to turn it down a bit, although I suspect much of the species is half-deaf), and the cafe/bar is one of the best places to go herabouts (in that it’s the place you’re least likely to get glassed), but it’s not the ideal situation to have a chat. And I’m pretty bad at conversation at the best of times; either I never get a word in edgeways, or I go off on a rant which nobody cares about. Such as this one.

Thirdly, drunk people. If you’re not drunk, they aren’t really fun. I’ve been the drunk(est) person before, and I’m sure people thought I was a twat. They were right. Nobody is cleverer, funnier, or more interesting when they’re drunk, and that they might think they are doesn’t really help. It just makes them loud and obnoxious. I suspect having to deal with drunk people at 2am most Saturday and Sunday mornings, at work, when I was a teenager, helped unendear them to me. Clearly a response to that is “so get drunk, then”, but no, it’s not worth the feeling ill. Especially on a school night. Besides, it’s expensive and CCL don’t sell much booze I like. Caffeine’s more fun than alcohol, but they don’t sell that in the evening either.

So… It’s a thing I quite like doing, occasionally, but far from perfect. What about option 2, then?

I like playing games. It’s been mentioned. People probably think that I spend all night, every night, playing them. Alas, would that it were so; between cooking, cleaning, shopping, gyming, and all of the other -ings that are necessary to maintain or improve my body and house, there’s not a lot of time left for the -ing of game. If I cram two hours in a night I consider it a victory, and all too often I manage none at all*. The opportunity of an entire evening with no other plans? A hard one to let slip.

It’s also more interesting than sitting in a bar. Games – decent ones, anyway – give you problems to think about. Sitting in a bar leaves your brain unused, which tends to induce boredom when conversation’s not much of an option. That probably explains the need for alcohol**. They’re also a better medium for socialising; not only can you talk during them, but they provide a means of interaction with your friends; you are doing something with them, rather than just sitting in proximity. Sitting in a bar, or playing Space Hulk? No contest. Sadly, it seems, few people I know feel similarly. But this is one reason why computer games are so good: they don’t have to rely on other people.

Besides, it costs next to no money, doesn’t require beard-trimming or getting ready, and doesn’t damage your hearing. And I’m more comfortable staying in than going out.

And so that is what I decided to do.

Then it was gym-time. A while after returning home, however, I started feeling quite unwell. I couldn’t decide if I was about to throw up, or if I was hungry. I couldn’t think of anything that might have made me feel ill, and it had been some time since I’d eaten, so decided to go with a big slab of bread slathered with lime marmalade.

It worked! Shortly after stuffing my face I felt much better. And still -923 calories for the day.

* Somehow, average Britlanders watch over four hours of television per day. How on Earth do they manage this? Also, what on Earth do they find that’s worth watching?

** If an activity isn’t fun sober, is it fun?

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2 responses to “Carpe noctem

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  1. you are always funny when ur drunk and far more conversational. lol

    • Heh, well, it does reduce inhibitions. And knocks out my internal censor, so a lot of stuff that I’d normally consider too stupid/offensive/boring gets said. But it’s a fine line between “actually talking” and “talking bollocks”. Besides, if I’m drunk, probably so is everybody else, so they don’t notice as much when I’m slow or slurring gibberish.

      Drunk people doing stupid things can be funny if you’re drunk.

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