Tequila. Straight Up. And Volunteering At Last.

BC has its points.

Your life is cleaner. You feel mature. You feel I-have-left-all-that-behind-me-now,-thanks-ishly mature.

On such a mature night I was in the oven. Time and place sub systems have crashed after a long week. Sometime this week must suffice for the time being. The full presidium was on the dais. Mumbo - jumbo began.

I suddenly faced a dilemma. Do you take a tequila shot and then use the lemon? Or was it the other way around ? I looked around hastily. No Mr. Brown in sight. No answers on the fly. Unfortunate.

When in doubt, start all over again. The specter of guzzlers emerged in my mind. I am lined up with two mates.

One. Two. Three.
Salt. Tequila.Lime.

One. Two. Three.
Salt. Tequila. Lime.

Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!! You are there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

At this point I have that look in my eye. Someone described it as the "I- have- achieved- Nirvana" look today.

My brows furrow. Is it Salt. Tequila. Lime? Or the other way around ?

I dislike loose ends. I am worried. It could not have been that long. "How time flies!" says a comforting voice. I push it to the back of my mind. Lets get this right. My expression matches that of a politburo member on the dais. We are both exercised.

More droning happens. It suddenly strikes me. The big lick. The big toss. And then the big jolt.

Question answered. I push the chair back. I am relaxed. Now. I have it figured.

At some point volunteers are required for. WE are asked to volunteer for the editing, (or was it something else ?) of ABCD's inhouse quarterly magazine "XYZ".

Now, although I stick to my I-am-smart-in-a-dumb-sort-of-way act, I wrench my mind away from my lethargy and wrench my hand up at the same time.

Voila. I have volunteered. The Berlin Wall is down. Whether our names are taken down or not, I do not remember. But, a few days later, I am in my class at 11 in the early evening. I am writing an essay on my self - sterilized experiences over the past four weeks.

I fail to remember what the second question was. After having covered all the bases with tattered cloth, I submitted the paper. Forgot my name. Wrote my name. Forgot returning the pen. Returned the pen. Walked out.

On a long enough timeline, the selection possibility would fall down to zero. The timeline is big enough as of now.

Without loss of generality, is it time to volunteer for something again considering that hope has lived eternal and died young in this case ?

After all, there is the small matter of getting onto the scoreboard as well! Ambitions rising ?

Goodness!