I just spent three days next in a lake side park having a miserable time. Often I find myself in situations where I wonder if I am the only responsible person around, more often than not. Over three days, it appeared that everyone was solely interested in sitting around getting drunk. Of course, while they were getting drunk, a few dozen pre-teen children, many armed with high explosives, were without proper supervision.
On two separate nights, loud verbal exchanges and threats were heard from various campsites as some couple or another aired out their disagreements after one or the both of them had reached a high state of inebriation. No one watched their children, it seemed, as they pretty much went from camp to camp eating and drinking everything they could find. I saw one woman so drunk she passed out with a lit cigarette in her hand, under which sat her two-month-old child strapped snugly in a child carrier.
Regrettably, the group I was a member of was not excluded from any of this craziness, although we had no two-month-old children. Our youngest was 4 years old. As a single, unattached person, I was wondering why I have been invited. After the first day, I concluded that I was the park's token responsible adult.
I am very glad to be home. Despite what many of my friends may think about my spending large amounts of my time at home alone, I so very often find that to be much more enjoyable than most alternatives.
Posted by Tiger at July 6, 2003 01:49 PM | TrackBackWelcome home, Tiger! You're not the only one to notice the eerie lull in the blogosphere...must be the holiday weekend effect, and things will get back to normal tomorrow.
Posted by: David at July 6, 2003 11:21 PMjeez, I always thought that once you have kids you're heavy drinking days are over. I guess I was infected with that personal responisbility virus.
Posted by: jaboobie at July 7, 2003 11:19 AM