Now, for a number of reasons, I was more than happy to do it. I offered my services well in advance, and I think it was a very wise, responsible and good thing that I did it. I should have done it. I was wise to do it. I’m glad I could help in some small way facilitate good times. However, I will point out that being the DD sucks. Royally.
In hindsight, I’m sorry I ever started to drink ever. When I was in college, I didn’t drink at all (save a couple moments where delicious whiskey was used as flavor in coffee, or on one occasion to prove a point to two sissified roommates). And I had a lot more fun than I have now.
Really. I’ve had some good times boozing it up, but I really had a fantastic time because… well, I was (am) a bit of an attention whore and class clown. So to me, nothing was funnier than being crazy/stupid and having people laugh at me for doing crazy random shizzle while sober. It was awesome. I can’t tell you how many times I had to convince people that when they met me at some party, I wasn’t drunk. (“But you were standing on the back of your couch doing the Humpty Dance with a pair of boxer shorts on your head.”)
Now, it seems so forced to try and be the fun-loving sober guy. I am the fun-loving guy when I’m sober. But it just seems like I’m trying too hard.
Then again, I probably try harder and stupider if I’ve been drinking. But at least I don’t think about it.
Anyhow, I DID have a good time, those around me had a good time (ok, great time) and I’ll have to post some pictures of California LeMastey getting down on her birthday. (And I was probably just pissy because beer gives me a headache and I had one. So don’t feel guilty if you read this, CLM; you had a great time, and I’m glad you did. HVN also is really glad that I drove. And my career. The half dozen random guys who were trying to take advantage of you probably aren’t, but they were douchebags anyway).