Photo Only: The Last Bite
Monica Drake snapped this
Lunch this week. We talked for three hours, Monica and I.
Sean buttonedholed me after workshop and asked about my participation in Comments. For a month I’ve been rethinking everything—in a good way. Thirty-five years ago I joined the Cacophony Society because I realized that all my best anecdotes started with “This one time in college…” Something needed to kickstart a new phase of risk and adventure. Lately I realize that most of my new anecdotes begin with, “This one time I took two Ambien and drank a bottle of wine…”
After that I’m a little foggy about the rest of the anecdote. But in truth, even Cacophony was a little drug and booze addled.
There must be a way to live an adventurous life and still remember it. My online silence is nothing personal. Just a pause to think. Still listening.
Bus. Workshop tour. No sane people allowed. Readings at a nudist camp. Skydiving. We could all show up in a truck stop in kangaroo suits. There are soooo many sober adventures to be conjured by so many creative minds.
Also, going to events sober is much better. Barely remember seeing Tom Petty and Steve Winwood.
Just begin all anecdotes with “this one time, at band camp”.