I think of ideas when I have been drinking that at the time, seem like the most genius concepts in the world. Upon sober reflection, I believe the correct response is "What the fuck?" I know this because I look at all the firefox tabs in the browser on my computer in the morning after I consume a bottle of wine. I can literally see my train of thought. Each tab is a different thought. Like ooooooo, I like that sweater on Banana Republic's website....bananas, huh...monkeys eat bananas...cognitive dissonance newspaper article on capuchin monkeys...monkeys are cute...I like animals...cats...party at Fat Black Pussycat this weekend...must stop by Express to see what kind of party tops are on sale. Huh? Last night for instance:
The scene: Arrive home from work at 6:30 PM. While deciding on what to eat cook for dinner, I open the last bottle of 2005 Frog's Leap Zin (purchased in Napa on the honeymoon).
7:15 PM: Cooked steak and couscous (I had no potatoes.)
7:45 PM: Sat down at computer to browse anything and everything.
10:00 PM: Rocking out to New Order, True Faith with the superduper recording studio headphones on. I call this rocking out because I dance around in the chair, waving my arms like an idiot. Good thing no one is here to see me. A smidge of wine is left in the bottle. No wonder I woke up with a hangover.