Prologue: This post has an insider message, while it is also a cautionary tale. My intention is that a certain person will read this and gain insight into a recent correspondence that he received.
To properly depict this anecdote, two movie references are necessary. The first, SIDEWAYS, a remarkable film and personal favorite, is full of identifiable life lessons to which most of us would normally heed - most of us. At a specific point in the protagonist's character arc we watched him perform an act that caused his friend to poignantly ask: “Miles, did you drink and dial?” Presumably after witnessing Miles's excruciating reply, the impression should be “I will never do that (again.)” Statistically, many of us drink alcohol-laced beverages and while doing so we are generally able to imbibe wisely. However, not all of us remain wise when the fermentation hits the ‘judgment center’ of our brain.
Aside from drinking, cosmological forces can affect brain activity, even of tea-totalers. Therefore I have extrapolated a hypothesis (STILL to be confirmed by NASA) that in the early hours of December 11, 2005, the planets shifted their formation into the outline of a martini glass. While this sudden change probably affected many of us, drunk or sober, three women (myself included) were direct victims. As an additional insight into this widespread effect, two of them reside on the European side of the Atlantic Ocean, and the other on the New York City side. Each of them suffering from movie morals amnesia, and an acute but temporary galaxy-liver-brain malfunction. Their judgment centers went haywire by yearning (a.k.a. libidinous thoughts) and illicit and compromising imagery of their objects of desire (a.k.a. certain men.)
The second film reference, from a blockbuster I didn’t particularly care for in itself, although I am a fan of Sally Field. The character she played got to hawk kernels of wisdom such as the analogy between life and chocolates (personally prophetic now that I live in Belgium: Home of the Praline) but more applicably the reference ‘stupid is as stupid does.’ Boom - no need for further explanation.
Due to the abnormally bright daylight on Sunday afternoon (probably caused by another cosmological disturbance I should further investigate), coupled with an iodine-induced hangover, I didn’t dig for the specific background (a.k.a. lame excuses) for my friends’ collective phenomena of stupidity. Forthrightly however, I disclose mine: it was my birthday weekend. On Monday, December 12, 2005, (a.k.a. tomorrow) I add another notch to my ‘belt of life’. Categorically this is an excuse, but not a terribly pathetic one and fairly plausible to explain my faux pas.
(NOTE TO CERTAIN READER: excuse the French, the term means: an offense against social convention; an indiscreet speech or action.)
What’s more amusing (?!) is that the 3 women chose 3 different methods:
ONE: black current cosmopolitans and an out of state cell phone call;
TWO: white wine and a text message to London;
ME: (Lat. 52 N/Long. 22 E; a.k.a. Brussels, Belgium)
Far too much single-malt scotch whiskey – which my partially-Gaelic blood should have absorbed along with a fine cut of veal, 1.5 litres spring water, AND a brief-ish nap. Wrong.
As I sought to quell my insidiously parched condition, the white apple glowing from my desk was irresistible. Sometimes called an act of God, I managed sit upright long enough to write and send an email to someone residing in Lat. 41N/Long. 74W (a.k.a. NYC.) It was a pleasant relay if a tad incoherent but it seals my fate as a ‘drink-&-dial’ perpetrator, which is what has compelled me to disclose this anecdote.
Epilogue: At least I was keen enough to delete the last line: a link to an mp3 of 'You Light Up My Life'. That would have been not only soopah-stoopid, but irretrievably so, especially because, that song really sucks.
Besides, that music reference might have easily been meant for the fine makers of Islay whiskey.