DRUNK DRUNK DRUNK

You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it - it's the
only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks
your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.
But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.
And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of
a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again,
drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave,
the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything
that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is
singing, everything that is speaking... ask what time it is and
wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: "It is time to be
drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be
continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish."

---Charles Baudelaire

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I love how at the end of every really really really long night... of merriment, intoxication, reckless abandon... (save for the mad rush to hold your vomit in your cheeks and keep some sort of dignity by not blowing on someone's shoes or two feet from the toilet you somehow failed to reach)... you find yourself having these mad epiphanies on love and life and what you want to do with it and what really matters and all of those things your rhyme and reason won't allow you to discover or to realize with the inhibitions of sobriety.

When after a night of "Woohoo! Yeah!! This is my song!! *cue Trey Songz - Say Ahhh* whilst opening your mouth, vodka-redbull in hand, dancing with epileptic fury" ... you conjure up this incredible, outtanowhere sense of calm and just straight up confess the desires of your palpitating heart.

Drunk people have the awesomest confessions.

(I mean, imagine making out with helluh people and straight up partying, living it up... only to say how much you'd like to find a nice girl... to get married... and to get away from all-this-sh*t... at the end of the night.)

That's truth right there. (Although, no one said you couldn't have fun whilst searching for the truth... or "the one" right???? I mean, come the f*ck on. Ain't nothing like the chase... or the search. =)

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Then there's the next morning when you swear you're never gonna drink again... and pound away at your already pounding head, wishing away all of the dumbf*ck things you said and/or did because of your happy inebriation.

That's awesome, too. Like our man Charles B. said, "It's the only way."

                                         The Real-Life Hangover Club