In the eternal struggle of Brain vs. Body, it’s the drunken asshole who wins every time July 18, 2006
Last night at around 12:30am, there was a commotion at the bar next door, whose patio is overlooked by my balcony and windows. And because the air was still last night, I could hear everything like it was next door. Shouts were heard and names were called.
My Brain starts poking my Body.
Brain: “Hey - I think there’s going to be a fight! Can we go watch?”
Body: “Mmphf…no…asleep….”
Brain: “C’mon! Please?”
Body: “zzzzzzzzz”
A few minutes later, more names were called, manhood was called into question, and challenges were issued.
Brain: “Wake up! We’re going to miss it!”
Body: “Shut. Up. We’re getting up at 5:30am so we can do six hours of driving tomorrow. I need sleep. I don’t need to watch a couple of idiots pound away at each other.”
Brain: “You never let us have any fun!”
Body: “Fun? You call that fun? Just please shut up and go back to sleep.”
Brain: (sulks)
Not long after that, there was the sound of glass being broken.
Body: “Okay, this I gotta see.”
Brain: “Yay!”
Unfortunately, I couldn’t see anything because of the trees at the edge of the property, but I did see a number of people being dispersed. Fortunately, Brain and Body got over their disappointment easily, and fell back to sleep almost immediately.
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