A Prayer...

...for the Wild at Heart That Are Kept in Cages
    - Tennesee Williams


We've all had it happen.
You've gone out on a bender.
You went out and drank and tried to make warm, cool, fun, hot nights out of non-weekend nights.
You fight past the rain, the cold weather, the fact that most of the more desirable girls are already bunned up with their nesting/man for the winter.
You ignore the doubt and you go out 5 out of 6 days.
Then you press on and go out 6 out of 7 days.

You begin to lose hope.
You wisely decide to hit the reset button and get to sleep early so you're not battling weariness and boredom for one night out of the past 7.

You re-consider things.

You know and self-affirm that each boring night out is an investment toward a good one.
The gods of the pussy are not frivolous.
They expect tithe and they expect work and sacrifice. 
You know that you are rusty. You have been out of the game good sir. You still have high expectations for yourself, which is good.
But you are back in the saddle and you are re-acquiring your radar for well-timed bad decisions and for flirtation.

At any rate...this is the hardest time of year to go out and be social.
It is cold(er). It is rain(ier).
There are less people.
But, this does eliminate more of the fair weather people for which I don't have the stomach or patience anyhow.

At any rate, go forth and hoist the black flag.