Brendan O'Connor: Mid-life Crisis: Longing for authentic life never takes root
There is a general rule in my house, that even the children get at this stage, which is that dada shouldn't really be allowed out on his own unless it is to go to a structured environment like work. Otherwise three things can happen. One is that I come home drunk, which is the least worst option. Second is that I come home with my head full of some new crazy notions from whomever I meet when I am out. And last, and worst is a combination of both – hopped up on both booze and some new crazy notion that I got from some clown I met on my travels.
Showcase in the RDS must have seemed harmless enough. I was going from a work perspective, it was a daytime outing and I'm not really drinking at the moment anyway due to weight-loss considerations (lest anyone think I am the kind of dry-drunk type who has to give it up for January to prove I can live without it). What could possibly go wrong?
Boy, did they regret that one.