Day Twenty: Beware Too Much Celebration

You've got to be careful how you go about celebrating the writing of many words. For example, several beers and a meal with your friends: perfect. However, several beers + n = a lost day of work. In this case n is equal to 'sheer stupidity X convergence of the Triumvirate for the last such drink fest for a year^eating too many black beans at lunch the following day'. Lesson learned. I can't drink quite as many beers at 25 as I did when I was 22, and that is a good thing for my liver, and overall quality of life in general. Not to mention less of a strain on my damn wallet.

Onward.

Daily Goal: 2000

Yesterday/Wednesday's Word Count: 2304

Surplus/Deficit: 304

J.W.B.: 3103

Before I post an excerpt, congratulations to my spectacular friends Xavier and Diedra, and the arrival of their brand new baby girl, Stella Margarita. She is truly a sight to behold, a gem of a child, a beautiful new life, indeed. Honored to take even the smallest part, and looking forward to being Tio Jaime, once more.

"Thus, the only entry into town he made that day was to pick up his new suit and pants. Luckily for the tailor who sewed his garments, he was still so drunk from the night before that he did not inspect the fit of his new digs, and exclaimed that they were perfect. They were not. Far from it. He would be too embarrassed to go back later and ask for them to be refitted.
After that, he ate a late lunch, his only meal of the day, in the town’s only Indian restaurant. The slowly recovering part of his wounded brain advised that it seemed a little to silly to be eating Indian food in Vietnam, especially since he was going to be in India within ten days. Logic was lost on him at that point, though. Indian food it was, and the bowel issues that came with it.
The afternoon was slept away. Awaking later that night, around 9:30 P.M., he sat up and contemplated going out that night, doing the whole thing over again. Unfortunately for his brain, its strength was not returned enough to make an argument to stay in and recover. Standing, hurting, he wandered out of his room and into the sticky Vietnamese night, making a note that he needed to buy a pack of cigarettes the first chance he got."