have a lovely saturday night, my bromeliads.
02 November, 2013
the life cycles of bromeliads
i drove to calgary today instead of tomorrow. the whole point was to get here ahead of the massive snowstorm that was on its way. instead, i drove through the damn snowstorm. i spent the last several hours watching the fluffiest of television shows, waiting for the time to be right to venture out into the snow, to a pub-party. is this a good idea? likely not. i could conceivably die somewhere in a snowdrift, lulled into a restful slumber by the music on my phone. more likely is the scenario wherein i drink too much. alas, had i stayed home, i would have gone to a family gathering where the wine was just as likely to flow freely. still, at home, i would have been surrounded by friends. here, it will be strangers. and because of my perpetual fear of stranger-danger, the threat of drinking is higher. i drink to muffle the fear. i drink to get over the discomfort. i drink to shift from 50% introvert to 50% extrovert. it tends to work. and then i pay the next day. still, it'd be nice to get out of the house.