I willed not go to the party an hour before departure.
Then I resolved: there would be 10k days to brood as there had been many before - the 'Why not?' won over the 'Why?' and, suited up, I made for town.
I had never touched drinks before - that is, never to that extent which liberates one from his sense and allows for the intrepid. I met a friend I made this year.
He was early, just as I was, for though disgruntled I would not make it an absolute in me.
He smoked; so did the keep - and for the first time openly did I not scorn cigarette smoke like the prude I had vowed to be ev'ry lucid second of life.
I grabbed a glass right off the bat: then was no time for half-measures. I drank it whole in sober sips.
Our hosts and guests had arrived, the happy bunch I'd wrongly spurned in my idiotic crusade.
Then came music and yak galore - more on this later I shall shut, for though my mind remembers clear, some details are best left untold.
Methought I always spoke so true: I was proven I could do more than my habitual uproar. My obsessions sprung all at once.
I spoke of love, genes, race, merry, all on the tone of tongue and cheek characteristic of my pique.
It was all fun and games, I say, for I made sure no one angered, not even those I claim detest though my heart be for all at rest.
A most impenetrable soul - as for body, I can't account - who holds against me thoughts most sore did I not quarrel with that much even after four drinks too much - mark, I ran on empty stomach,
for I knew nothing of liquor's most basic and adverse effects. I played with ties and played with hair; most innocently - thence my pride - did I first approach my flight bride.
Alas, the darkness caught up quick: the last hour is but a glimpse, though one of articulate speech - that I relented not, I preach. By the elbow was I brought back into the carriage to my flat.
A fine night - as all things