Yesterday, I began my day feeling overwhelmingly crappy, with my 3-almost-4 year old checking me out, after which she thoughtfully said, “Let’s have a happy day today Mommy.” Gotta love her, and gotta hate myself for replying sarcastically at first (under my breath) “yes, let’s.” But after that, I did earnestly ask “Okay, A. How do we have a happy day? I need help.” To which she replied, “welllll, we go potty, wash our face, brush our teeth, take a bath, and get dressed! And have some breakfast!”
After a shower, coffee, a muffin that looked like it might be healthy (hey, it had raisins and carrot pieces in it) and a good bit of highway sunshine, my mood was improving visibly. I stopped by to see my friend that works at the museum gift shop. We walked and talked a bit under the balmy blue sky. Drove in to campus, met with my graduate student worker, and had a teleconference call to take care of the faculty business that has been alternately a joy and a humungous thorn in my ass for the past two months. At the conclusion of the meeting, a fellow committee member asked if I might want to join her and another friend for midday margaritas, chips, and salsa at a local Mexican restaurant.
Uhhm. What is “Yes,” Alex.
Shockingly, I didn’t have the margaritas. Did have two deliciously cold Negro Modelos in frosted mugs while my colleagues and I brainstormed around our emerging collaborative research project and professional activities. Reflecting on our conversation this morning, it is possible that I think better when I’m drunk. No, seriously. Okay, well...at least other people who are drunk think I’m smart. Anywhoo.
Before I left the office for the Mexicali rendezvous, I checked my email—found out my friend in the federal government had asked me if I would be willing to come to DC to review proposals—airfare paid, plus an honorarium. Though my first response was “HELL yeah!” I was gradually able to calm down and write a very professional “I would be delighted, thanks for thinking of me” email.
Is it just me, or is life weird like that. I mean, it seems that the infrastructure needs I called attention to in my previous post were handled between yesterday and this morning (bout to make breakfast for my S.O. after a nice early morning conversation), with graceful flourish.
Makes you think—Why? Holla back if you read this.
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//Reflecting on our conversation this morning, it is possible that I think better when I’m drunk. No, seriously.//
Doesn't surprise me in the least. In my younger days (mid-1980s), I would occasionally have a few beers and sit down to program my Apple II. Some of the stuff I coded was brilliant. Incomprehensible and undocumented but brilliant.
I think alcohol helps free up the brains of some people. A lot of the time, it feels like my brain is gridlocked. Too many things going on too fast. A couple drinks slows the traffic down enough for it too flow smoothly. I figure, if I could just maintain a level of moderate drunkenness without actually ruining my liver, I could solve all the world's problems.
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