Makings of a bad country song. . .

Yesterday was the last day of the tax season. Some co-workers and I went out to celebrate afterwards - when what would have been the best way to celebrate would be to get some sleep! But anyway, went to a certain cabaret bar and made some friends (because that's what I do), got a job offer - in DC - and sang a little (horribly). Makes me think how strange life would be if people were always just drunk - but no angry drunks, they would not be invited to my IntoxiContinent - all promises made under the influence of Chambord upheld, people dancing and singing with no concerns, everyone talking just a little too close to each other, no reason to regret anything - b/c tomorrow you'll be too drunk to care. Sounds kinda fun actually, a good way to lead life - minus the having to consume large amounts of colored beverages part. Why does it take an altered state to feel more free? Is life really that constricting? I'm gonna be drunk for the rest of my life. (Good thing I'm not going to medical school)