The sauerkraut pie

Why do we drink when we go out in clubs that have nothing to offer?

To get in a state of mind where the a*whole next to us doesn't bother us

To get in a state of mind where we won't notice that the order of the songs is the same as one week ago.

To pretend that we aren't aware that the playlist hasn't changed significantly in the last 5 years.

To get in a state of mind where the doll faced dressed up girl looks bright and not as dumb as a dummy.

To come to the point where we hear the click.When nothing else matters, when the edges become blurry and when we can cope with reality. And the reality is grim going on pitch black. Dumber and dumber people, looks is all that matters. Lame pick up lines like "you're cute". It is a brave new world where the deltas and the epsilons have become the alphas and the betas. Where the idiot won't let you pass because he thinks you're cute and that you need to talk to him or because he wants to hit on you and hopes that he'll get lucky.

So you down beer and tequila and you are listening for the click. The click comes, reality is barely bearable. Everything looks like still images or a slow-motion film. The music is almost gone, no sounds. It's time to hit home.

There's no point in discussing the morning after. Let alone the day.

You sit at lunch stare at the lovely sauerkraut pie, re-playing the episode from last night. At least the sauerkraut will ease the pain.