So a record-breakingly debauched weekend really. Been trying to do different things, get some variety into the weekends. Hence out to Glasgow with Al. Got comprehensively wired on a wide variety of intoxicants from 7pm Fri right through to 3pm Sat.
The Arches is a brick-arched kiln. Like some enormous sweaty hobbit hole with creative lighting. Various DJs on. Some good bits, some boring bits. Reasonable crowd ranging widely from the scarred neds to the designer beautiful. All fairly centred around pharmaceuticals.
After 3 hours emergency crash returned to Edinburgh with Disco to essentially repeat the performance. Was an excellent turnout though neither of us were on best form towards the very end : )
It’s a good point about weekend stamina I guess. There’s the argument that enthusiastic socialising at the weekends becomes tougher as one gets older. Generally accompanied by wistful nostalgia for some indestructible teenaged past.
There’s undoubtedly a truth in this; it’s just not evident quite yet. In fact, we’re packing more into weekends than I ever did as a teenager or even a student.
Not to claim to be some nails-hard Party Boy. But the nights are lasting longer, the brain is more abused and sleep is scarce. It’s almost reached a zenith: any more intoxication isn’t fun and longer nights aren’t practical (given the Mon-Fri responsibilities at any rate). I guess it becomes more about the company you keep and the music that frames it.
Sunday evenings are always amusing though. Despite the exhaustion, the body clock is upside down, the heart rate is up and the brain is too buzzing to allow restful slumber. Normality doesn’t dawn ’til Tuesday.
30-Sep-03 at 11:28 am | Permalink
I agree with what you’re saying.
> we’re packing more into weekends
Absolutely. Probably because we can only really afford (physically, of course!) to go out on the weekend nights now. A severe hangover at work can destroy your week.
> Sunday evenings
…are always a laugh round my place. I tend to stare at the floor for a few minutes before noticing what I’m doing. It’s like you’re awake but your brain is in the process of shutting down, leaving an empty shell of a person.
And this happens one day out of every seven, it’s great!