I make no secret of the fact that I enjoy a drink sometimes. Of course you need to strike the balance between a little lubrication and inebriation. But I have found one of the more pleasant parts of the process is the walk home. It gives you time to think and to wear off a bit of the alcohol.
I have some good memories of this going back to college days in Stephens Point. I recall walking back to the dorms from a place called the Maple Leaf in the Wisconsin winter air with the cold air you could taste. I recall doing the same in the hot and humid summers. It is a joy that most people don’t experience, since they drive back (very dangerous) or are driven. But the short walk between drinking or even a big meal, putting your feet on the ground, is really a joy.
I had two drinks, not enough to get drunk but enough that I should not drive home, so I had a nice experience walking back from a restaurant near the bridge to my house. It takes about twenty minutes, which is just about the perfect amount of time. Of course, I am lucky to live in an area that has not much crime, so I feel safe. I suppose it would be unpleasant if I had to look over my shoulder constantly. Anyway, you get that peaceful easy feeling, extenuated in my case by my I-Pod with old Eagles music with the same title.