Tuesday, February 21, 2006

What's My Age Again?

Lately I feel like I'm stuck in some strange limbo. Actually, I've felt like this for a long time, which is odd given the subject matter of this odd limbo. I think I've always been an "old soul"; classic youthful pecadillos weren't ever my thing, and I never did undertake those "youthful indiscretions" that I often hear others talking about.

Attending a birthday celebration this weekend for a friend of mine at an Adams Morgan bar, I noticed how the event quickly focused almost solely on the alcohol. Now don't get me wrong, I'm all about the hooch, and as adults we've pretty much earned the right to imbibe what we want to in this patronizing, paternalistic country. But when the birthday girl's busy doing shots of Jaeger on top of her beers and then having to get walked home... well, really, how old am I? And is it strange that this happening to adults, practicing lawyers among them? Shouldn't we have learned by now to moderate our alcohol intake? (For the record, I didn't have that much and woke up hangover-free the next day. In my own bed.*)

Oddly enough, with my other set of friends, I flip the other way. I'm the immature one. The one who still laughs at wildly inappropriate jokes; the one who finds adventure in strange and different things. Once I suggested going to a "Quiet Party" that was somewhat popular at the time. (At "Quiet Parties," you're not allowed the speak. You exchange notes all night. I hear it's an interesting experience. Never made it because none of my friends wanted to go.) I also once suggested "Dining the Dark," where you pay for the privilege of meeting people you can't see, because you're led blindfolded into a dark room at which time you're served food you can't see. You have be adventurous enough both to eat what you can't see, and to talk to others at your table (whom you also can't see) about it. Again, this idea got no takers.

That's me in a nutshell: responsible (coughcoughahem) attorney by day, random strange person by night. This is why I never do well at any of those Myers Briggs tests: I can answer any question either way just based on my whims.

This is also why finding a long-term dating companion is well-nigh impossible.


* Not that I didn't try for an alternate circumstance. At a straight bar. Yeah.

5 comments:

Steve said...

You said: 'responsible (coughcoughahem) attorney by day, random strange person by night'. Just sounds well-rounded to me (and sounds like me, 'cept the attorney part). I've heard of the dining in the dark thing, but never a quiet party. I know, let's have one!

p.p. said...

The Quiet Party actually sounds interesting. I, though, would totally write odd/inappropriate notes to the other participants.

And, don't feel bad about not getting trashed with the fellow attys. I have a think about looking like a total fool in front of co-workers too, well except for that one time...

Ryan said...

Hey, there's nothing wrong with a few wildly inappropriate jokes every now and then! They're totally appropriate for me. :)

Sub Girl said...

i'm not a big fan of crowded bars and tons of alcohol either anymore. that quiet party and dark dinner thing sound intriguing. but i bet only certain people would go for that! none of my friends would, either.

MoDigli said...

I think that's what makes you so charming, Dennis. I don't think it's a barrier to dating. It's actually cute and someday the right guy is gonna take notice and love all those opposing things about you.

BTW, a quiet party and a blind party sound cool. I guess it makes you expereince things differently when you take one of your most used senses away. Interesting.