Day 222: Bad day and party observations

Well, had a bit of a mental spac out today, and ate poorly. I don't know why that was. I think that you have cycles, well some of us do, with our brains, and sometimes you hit a low point, and that can lead to poor food choices.

And today I made them.

On a brighter note, I attended a Christmas function tonight and didn't even think of drinking. Every other bastard was onto it though. Most of us think we are pretty good people watchers, but Jesus, trying being sober at a function like that. You see them all.

The old bastards, who think they are powerful because they are high up/own the place. These guys are just sad deluded fuckers who are really losers but have a pathetic aura in their company that doesn't save them elsewhere. They either get pissed and are obnoxious, or don't get pissed and are boring and superior.

The good bloke party guy. The one who shouts you beers. Thinks he is a good bloke so he will get the chicks. He won't. He might even be a big drinker. A pisshead. Thinks getting shitfaced will let him have a good time. It will, to a point. But his health will deteriorate, he may be overweight or on his way, he is everyone's mate but really pretty alone when push comes to shove. Also sad fuckers, in the end.

The boring turds. They don't look good. Their stories suck. They trap you, when you are trying to talk to the attractive or interesting people. You want them to die rather than keep talking.

The hot pissed girls. Everyone wants them. They look great. It doesn't matter if their stories are interesting, you are engrossed by their very existence. They laugh and they flirt and of course then end up going home with the hottest guys in the room.

The average guys. They get bought beers by the good blokes. They tell boring stories and laugh at the bosses jokes. They have ugly girlfriends. They get pissed by the end but not as pissed as the others.

The stylish guy who sits on his drink. Buff. Well dressed. Lets the average buffoons get more and more pissed while he keeps his cool and eyes off the hot pissed girls. Eventually, they come to him while Mr Average and Mr Goodbloke go home pissed via the pizza slice or kebab shop.

And so on. You get the idea. Party time. Excellent. Coronas (boo). House whites (boo). Vodka. Shots. Witching hour. Drunken messes. Fights for cabs. Home pissed, with the hot chick if you're exceptional, with your own drunken self if you are not.

That's what I saw. And I wasn't tempted. Except by the hot chicks.