Friday chatter on an early summer weekend. The air is buzzing with the excited energy of twentysomethings who waited months for these nights to arrive. Gossip & posturing; dresses & polo shirts. Most all of which can be found connected to a fruity cocktail or a craft beer in hand.
Sober city nightlife for me has taken on a more observational & less participatory tone. Especially along a burgeoning cityscape…there is much for the eyes & ears to pick up on. Snippets here and there always pique my curiosity as to what these people do in all their time not flitting between bars clubs pubs & dives.
What a culture, eh? Thing is, it has pretty much always been one I was an observer and less a participant of. See, the average person who drinks on Friday & Saturday nights doesn’t usually go too far beyond that. For me, those were just the times where more people were doing what I duh, was already obviously going to be doing. “Peak hours,” if you will. You’re not really a contributing socialite if you’re always “socializing.” There has to be a balance — that is what we lack, as addicts and alcoholics.
And that is what I strive to reach. Balance. Life will pull you a million different directions each hurtling away from one another at a million miles an hour. You can only travel one path at any given moment. Start from your home — from within yourself. Take one step at a time. Go one day at a time. The world isn’t going to crumble around you because you did or did not “do” today.
Yeah, we’ll get there.