I said the night was great, it was the next morning that sucked. I never actually lost control, I don't ever get sick while drinking due to all of my constant practicing, I think I have it down to an art.
Actually, even though I can't type, some of my best thoughts come to me when I have been drinking. JW and several others just finished reading my book. They were about to enter the castle to rescue Felipe and Victoria's child when Batu realized that what they were going to do was very dangerous and that some, or all of them may die. This might be the last time that they sit around a fire together. He tells them that he does not want to go to his grave without thanking them for freeing him.
At times when I drink my thinking becomes somewhat abstract and I feel things that I normally wouldn't. I had already written the part above but went back and put Batu's words there. This prompts Felipe to reflect on the gravity of the moment and to tell him what an honor it has been to fight by his side and to also call him a friend. Jean Pierre, in his normally cool fashion reminds them of the oath that they took long ago to stand with each other to the death.
So even when I drink, I don't just dance around with a lampshade on my head. I think about the story and at times good things pop into my mind. However, I have been known to dance around with a lampshade on my head before, and hold no quarrel with those who do