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“Hi. How’s it going? Did you have a good weekend?”
“Did you go out on Saturday night?”
“No. I watched a movie at home with my other half.”
A long time ago, we were afraid of being really bored on a Saturday night if we didn’t get drunk!
The Little Willies – Gotta Get Drunk
Come on, admit it. It happens that sometimes you don’t go out on a Saturday night, just to stay at home curled up on the sofa, right? You stay home and watch a movie, or you spend time online. There’s no shame in that! At our age, we have the right to a little rest. Our liver deserves it; in any case, mine has been working well for 30 years, and now, I give it peace from time to time. In truth, it’s a little tired so I don’t really have a choice!
And have you noticed how pleasant it is to wake up on Sunday without having a pasty mouth, without stinking of alcohol (or worse), remembering what you did the night before, still having your money in your pockets, your clothes folded neatly on a chair with all your personal belongings?!
Hang on! I’m not saying that we should stop going out drinking because we’re 50 years old! Oh no! But it’s just that instead of getting smashed every weekend, it’s good to take breaks sometimes.
The younger years
I remember when I was much younger. I went out, or at least drank, every night. It was more or less at that time that I returned to football, without much success, as I explain here. And despite my excessive attitude, I always had a small conscience that told me, “Olivier, be careful. You don’t want to finish up being an alcoholic like the guy next to you at the bar!”
Because yes, standing at the counters of bars, and at concerts, I met drunks. Some even became my friends, and I happily stayed with them until the bar closed, or until our pockets were empty!
The next day, because when you’re young recover a lot faster, I woke up tired and with toilet breath. However, I started again the next evening and so on, almost never taking a break. And my bar buddies? Well, they did the same! We met here and there, and we put our noses back in our glasses at a concert. Or we drank to find meaning in our lives, or to escape from the boring daily grind, or something like that. Well, yes, we were NO FUTURE!!!
And my conscience? Well, it was there, hidden somewhere in my brain and one night a week, on Wednesdays, it forced me to drink lemonade. It’s true! As I said above, I drank seven days a week, and my conscience could see where that attitude was leading me. It understood that I was on a slippery slope, that I was burning my life at both ends and that I was in danger of shortening it. And so it was strong enough to force me, one evening a week, not to drink alcohol. I don’t know if that’s why I didn’t become a serious alcoholic, but I remember my friends making fun of me. Even the barmen made fun of me when it was my shout and I ordered beer for my friends and a lemonade for me!
I concede it was not the best night of the week for me. But, surrounded by my friends I still had fun, even if I didn’t laugh at all their stupid drunk jokes. Have you noticed how jokes drunk people make aren’t funny when you’re not drunk?! It surely proves that alcohol makes us a little stupid!
Where are my bar friends now?
What has become of my bar friends?
A small part of my friends continue to live like young people and go out every Saturday, and not only Saturday! I have to believe that their livers are more resistant. Or they had, and still have, a conscience that urged them to moderate things during all these years of punk attitude.
A minority of them left us too quickly because they didn’t have this little thing in their head to show them the way to go. Now they are up there, in paradise. Do they laugh at me now when I stay at home on Saturday night watching a movie? I don’t know. I’ll ask them when I find them up there.
Other friends have cirrhosis, diabetes or something similar. Today they drink tea, water, or lemonade. And do they make fun of me when I tell them I don’t go out every Saturday night? No! They understand my attitude. And their conscience, although late, made them understand that they could no longer afford to drink a drop of alcohol, at the risk of joining others already missing. So they do the same thing as me: a good movie, a non-alcoholic drink and after the movie, to bed!
So, it’s true that sometimes it’s a little boring to stay at home on Saturday night, but to experience a Sunday without a hangover, it’s worth gold!
We wake up slowly, we prepare slowly, and we go out for a walk in the streets, in a park, or in the forest, for those who live in the countryside. Or we go to a restaurant where we eat with our family. We rest, we enjoy the sun, we go jogging in the park, we sit outside. We do a lot of things that a person of our age who has a hangover can’t do anymore!
Indeed, have you noticed now, when we have a hangover, how hard it is to put one foot in front of the other? The superhuman efforts needed to go to the kitchen to drink a large, very large glass of water?! Yet we still drink too much from time to time!
And on Monday, we start the week again, already dreaming about the next weekend ……
Of course, young people who read this article will surely laugh, while imagining us in front of our screens, while they’re out having a wild weekend. But one day they’ll understand that it doesn’t last forever. Alas or not? I’ll let you choose!
And you, what kind of drinker are you? Have you changed your drinking habits since you’ve gotten older?
Don’t hesitate to tell us what you did last Saturday in the comments! We won’t laugh, we promise!
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