Breathing my Mind into Your Face

I know I’m supposed to strive for equilibrium in life, but you know I love me some Cedar Point. 

Wednesday night I stayed up until 4am watching The Bridge. I was falling asleep near 2am but decided to eat a bunch of candy so I could ride a sugar high later into the night. I knew I had a full day of work and a client dinner the next day, but I decided I was enjoying myself too much to shut it down. I got up the next morning at 8:30, having missed the boys before they left for the bus stop at 8:15. I laid around for a few hours in an effort to get my mind up to speed enough to experience the drudgery of another day at the home office.

I got approval to take a couple clients that I used to work with to dinner with their spouses Thursday night. My plan was to have a great time and great conversation, in hopes of building a closer relationship that could lead to some business down the road. We went to an Argentinian restaurant that has helped foster a whole little hipster enclave within Detroit’s tumbleweeds. One girl used to work for me and the other took my position when I left the company and killed what I’d built. All love though. Drinks flowed all around. I was operating on a few weed vape puffs and 1.5G of psilocybin. When I went to the bathroom after arriving the art deco tiles heaved with hidden meanings and a third dimension. I was surprised since it usually takes a higher dose for that sort of visual impact. But I was starving so that’s probably why. At the end of the meal, the owner who’s a friend of the legacy destroyer came over with a round of Fernet. This bitter, herbal digestif from Italy wasn’t appealing, yet when it was place in front of me for the cheers I almost picked it up and joined in out of reflex. Thankfully, legacy destroyer’s husband told the owner I didn’t drink and slid my shot out of the way. I’d had three Old Fashioned mocktails and secretly thought they may have been spiked with the real stuff, which I had no intention of saying anything about. However, once I got some food in me and the vape tokes started to wear off, I realized that it was just my mind making me feel drunk with the joy of sharing a meal with a bunch of fun people. I’m worried about the expense report because the total was over a $1,000 and there was a lot of booze on the receipt. My owner doesn’t drink so I’ll have to come up with a strategic explanation for how this expenditure ultimately grows our business. 

The couple with a babysitter to get back to departed after dinner and my wife and legacy killer made tentative plans to go next door to the more laid back bar/lounge with the owner (of both places). I went to the bathroom and on my way told my wife that we had to get home to our own babysitter. She was drunk so she said, “No, we’re going next door for an hour.”

Me: “No, we need to get home. The sitter has to work in the morning and so do I.”

Her: “We’re going”

Me: “I’m going home and you’re coming with me”

Her: “No”

Thankfully, before our standoff could escalate further, the owner came over and said that he was closing the other bar. So we went home and stayed up until 2am watching Paradise on Hulu, while my wife continued to house wine and I amped up my vape intake.