[if not for ms. q and ms. k, this would've been put up right then, at end of the same evening]
Goodnight. I'm at the threshold of sleep. The B.P. hasn't had much of an effect, or so we delude ourselves. Well, we barely managed ourselves a second serving, so I doubt we could feel under any such effect. But it did facilitate a conversation that started at 2220 and continued till 0120, 3 hours, at the end of which we realized that the way"managed" people do alco is by using it as a facilitator rather than an indulgence. The indulgent would do it to the point of going reckless, while the managed combine alco with food, conversation, games towards a long evening, of the kind that I've had of late with the D, the S, and right now with the G. Wisdom come late, right? I hate this kinda nightly wisdom that you can't remember in the morning.
We were frightened, considering of this same bunch of guys, 6 in number, 10 years back, without any drinks, or cigarettes, yet having long nights of great fun. It is sad, to see now,we picked too many detractors from the fun, that chain us to our rooms on evenings. Nobody back then knew of the world of vices. Nobody back them knew of the vices of the Djembe, too. Everything is a curative act towards the frustrations we feel with time with our incomplete lives, or non-vital existence, more than anything else. We all agree?
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