I am a 56 year old recovering alcoholic --still...I have to admit that I remain tremendously proud of many of my exploits from my days of ridiculously heavy drinking. I weigh about 158 pounds (am 5’ 10”) and until I quit drinking several years ago, I could regularly down a case of Samuel Adams Double IPA, and a bottle of Jaegermeister over a 5-8 hour time period.
Although I renounced alcohol in 2012, I would be lying to you if I claimed anything other than tremendous pride regarding my incredible consumption of alcohol and the concomitant exploits which often accompanied extended bouts of focused continual drinking.
Even though I haven't been to “The Spanish Moon” in over 3 years; that bar still holds a special place in my heart --Indeed, one my greatest fears is that of losing my affection for that awesome bar. It was the best; the decade or so during which it was my “home away from home” is probably the most significant touchstone of my life.
Often, after a night (8-12 hours) spent in the Faraday cage in the Electrophysiology Laboratory recording single taste responsive neurons in the Nucleus of the Solitary Tract (NTS) with a tungsten microelectrode in laboratory rats; recording their characteristically changing musical patterns as I would bathe their tongues with samples of NaCl, HCl, glucose, and quinine --I would arrive at “The Moon”...greeted by my "buddies" from the Dow plant...waiting for the doors to open at 8 a.m. (more or less).
The owner, whose daughter was a student in several of my undergraduate classes (Physiological Psychology and a Laboratory Course in Psychopharmacology) used to joke about “the irony of my drinking paying for her college education”...I will never forget his lively sense of humor; even though it's been over two years since he died from complications of Hepatitis.
As many of you know --I rarely tell personal stories about anything other than natural disasters or pending litigation --that have occurred since I quit drinking. I think we all agree that there is nothing very interesting in this life when experienced in a state of sobriety.
In parting, I would at least like to share an invaluable lesson that I have learned from all of this (even though...let's face it; this hardly meets the minimal criteria for qualification as a parable): “Everything I Thought I Knew About a Bottle in Front of me and a Frontal Lobotomy may be right --or not”
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