I cant wait to get plastered at a bar till 4 am, stumble my way home alone, throw up and pass out on the floor, almost making it to my bed but not quite. Waking up the next morning with a pounding headache, and having any form of light burn holes into my retinas. Drinking a luke warm cup of coffee and wearing cheap sunglasses at my dining room table. Attempting to piece together the night before. Did I ditch my friends or did they ditch me? Did I make out with that, not so attractive, cougar at the bar again? God I hope not, never again am I drinking. Why do i do this to myself?The thought races through my mind for an instant, but then a darker memory takes shape. Cuomo's nipple rings, paper maché mountain, bars closed forever, and the memories of all the "6 feet apart/mask up" slogans take shape in my mind. My phone buzzes. Its a friend, reminding me I have a boozy brunch in an hour. Its decided, I must press on. I would have killed for being able to be this social a few months ago. I chug the rest of my cheap instant coffee, turn off the lights, and head for the door. Resolute to make bad decisions once again.