Major Tom to Ground Control

It must suck to get drunk. It hit me this morning. An epiphany.

Last night I went to the Visualite to see this David Bowie tribute/benefit. [The Visualite has a great atmosphere. But I still like Tremont better] My ex-co-worker and a current co-worker was playing. Some of it was excellent. Some of it I slept through. One thing I did learn from this show: I can't handle more than an hour of Bowie. I ended up with close to 4 Bowie hours. Uh. Brain. Melting. I wish my (ex)co-workers would have told me they weren't going on until 11.

Anyway, there were some excellent musicians. I can't deny this. Also, Bowie is kind of amazing. I can't deny that either. That show, however, would have been a lot better if I were drinking like everyone else. Except it goes against my moral code. Oh, and it's kind of illegal.

I was exhausted in more ways than one when Sara and I eventually left. Maybe I'm becoming an old lady at an early age but 12:30 is the latest I can stay out without my eyes glazing over. I also tend to get really hungry that late. Sara and I stopped by McDonald's to fulfill our tradition of eating after every show. Food. Home. Sleep.

"It's 11... I need to go home." Uh... I roll out of bed, throw on a hoodie, ugly slippers that look especially ugly with my man-sweat pants and I drive Sara home in the rain. Coffee is the only thing on my mind. However, I feel bad getting coffee when I'll be going to work in just a few hours where I will have an unlimited supply of coffee.

And this is where the epiphany hit me. I'm already exhausted, I have a sleep-deprivation headache, why would I want a hangover on top of it? It's crazy. Why do people do that to themselves? And if I had to go to work on top of it... I just don't understand it. It would suck.

Reason 301 why I don't have any desire to drink.

This is absolutely not related to the concert but more important than the above. I saw Miss Peggy last night. Er, Mrs. Peggy. A woman I haven't seen in 8 years. It made me incredibly happy. She used to watch me and my siblings when we were young. I think I miss her. Now she has two kids of her own who are the age that I was when I last saw her.

My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things to store everything in there
And all the fat-skinny people, and all the tall-short people
And all the nobody people, and all the somebody people
I never thought I'd need so many people

Carmen.