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Mortymoose
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Triggers!
I was always amazed at how my late father would use any opportunity to go on a bender, his record being a solid twenty one days when his sister in law over in Australia passed on.
A bird that got whacked by a neighbourhood cat and then died in his garden was a good enough reason to get pissed..... It took me about three decades to understand this.
Triggers, I mentioned that a mate of mine passed on this past Saturday, at the sprightly age of fifty two, my first reaction, head to the pub and raise a glass..... which I did'nt...... the old Moose would have....
On my drive back from Cape Town on Monday I got to thinking at all the triggers I had used to get drunk!
They include.
Death, anyone that I remotely knew kicked the bucket seemed like a good reason to raise a glass and get pissed. Off course I would use the excuse, "In my Celtic Culture this is how we celebrate death!"
Music, My donner don't some songs just set the mood for a good dop, especially those one's from your past that instantly recall a drunken party moment...... I have thousands of these trigger songs....
In addition, I have a strong urge to have a few toots when watching live music, I was motherless at Mumford in Cape Town and had put away at least 16 x 500ml when I got to touch Bruce Springsteen's leg in the Belville Velodrome........ Looking back, those two concerts were a drunken blur, I wish I could remember them better.
Braai, The fine art of cremating deceased beasts, some of you know I have a longstanding thread that has been running for more than five years about this........ hundreds of fires..... with ninety percent dop. It would seem having a warm cup of coffee at a braai is just not on......... I ruined one of my birthdays when I had about 12 guests over and was so pissed that I fecked the ribs on the braai up...... I wish I could have that day over.....
Camping and touring, sitting next to a flowing river with a fish eagle soaring overhead, the crackle of the camping fire as the sun sets..... just goes hand in hand with an ice cold beer........ I am off Camping at Ai Ais in a few days..... Last time I was so pissed, I wrecked a brand new tent and had brought so much beer with I actually gave away an entire case to the staff.... On the previous camp, I spent little time at the tent but rather camped up at the bar having a sing song with an oke and a guitar.....
Birthday parties...... My Afrikaans neigbours all stopped suiping five years back and I avoid their parties like the plague, their wives sit in the corner knitting whilst they turn grey sipping on Alcohol free beer, I show my face and then make an excuse to go home quickly....... where I turn up the music and have a one man party..... way more fun than sitting with the boring sober folk....
Anyhow, I think part of this journey is to be able to identify ones triggers....... I have many it would seem....
I was always amazed at how my late father would use any opportunity to go on a bender, his record being a solid twenty one days when his sister in law over in Australia passed on.
A bird that got whacked by a neighbourhood cat and then died in his garden was a good enough reason to get pissed..... It took me about three decades to understand this.
Triggers, I mentioned that a mate of mine passed on this past Saturday, at the sprightly age of fifty two, my first reaction, head to the pub and raise a glass..... which I did'nt...... the old Moose would have....
On my drive back from Cape Town on Monday I got to thinking at all the triggers I had used to get drunk!
They include.
Death, anyone that I remotely knew kicked the bucket seemed like a good reason to raise a glass and get pissed. Off course I would use the excuse, "In my Celtic Culture this is how we celebrate death!"
Music, My donner don't some songs just set the mood for a good dop, especially those one's from your past that instantly recall a drunken party moment...... I have thousands of these trigger songs....
In addition, I have a strong urge to have a few toots when watching live music, I was motherless at Mumford in Cape Town and had put away at least 16 x 500ml when I got to touch Bruce Springsteen's leg in the Belville Velodrome........ Looking back, those two concerts were a drunken blur, I wish I could remember them better.
Braai, The fine art of cremating deceased beasts, some of you know I have a longstanding thread that has been running for more than five years about this........ hundreds of fires..... with ninety percent dop. It would seem having a warm cup of coffee at a braai is just not on......... I ruined one of my birthdays when I had about 12 guests over and was so pissed that I fecked the ribs on the braai up...... I wish I could have that day over.....
Camping and touring, sitting next to a flowing river with a fish eagle soaring overhead, the crackle of the camping fire as the sun sets..... just goes hand in hand with an ice cold beer........ I am off Camping at Ai Ais in a few days..... Last time I was so pissed, I wrecked a brand new tent and had brought so much beer with I actually gave away an entire case to the staff.... On the previous camp, I spent little time at the tent but rather camped up at the bar having a sing song with an oke and a guitar.....
Birthday parties...... My Afrikaans neigbours all stopped suiping five years back and I avoid their parties like the plague, their wives sit in the corner knitting whilst they turn grey sipping on Alcohol free beer, I show my face and then make an excuse to go home quickly....... where I turn up the music and have a one man party..... way more fun than sitting with the boring sober folk....
Anyhow, I think part of this journey is to be able to identify ones triggers....... I have many it would seem....
