FEEL GOOD FRIDAY: Beer Smarts


by Dave Markwell

Last week, my buddy Dan informed me that I was the only person he knew who actually sounded smarter after a few beers. I’m not sure if he meant this as a compliment, but I took it as one. I suppose “smarter after” anything, kind of depends on the starting point. Either way, I was pleased. No one had ever said this to me before. Certainly not my wife. In fact, the opposite is true of her. She has spent much time detailing, in lengthy explanations, exactly how stupid some of the things I have said following a couple of drinks were. I think, now, that maybe she was just focused on the wrong things.

People are complicated and as we all possess a certain capacity for incredible dumbness, so we also possess a contrary capacity for incredible insight and profound thought. Gratefully, my good buddy recognized this and enlightened me to the possibility, if not probability, that certain ideas can only be conjured with a certain amount of impairment. This being the case, I submit that, sometimes, being “impaired” we are actually “repaired”. Of course, this suggestion has realistic parameters and the law of diminishing returns applies forcefully. Simply put, more impaired is not more repaired. Like the rest of life, balance is the key. But, on occasion a sharper wisdom may lie, in wait, beneath the surface of our daily routine. A free thought, even a half-drunk one, is sometimes pretty welcome to a mind saturated with un-free thoughts. Our minds are often burdened with thoughts we don’t want to think: jobs, bills, kids’ soccer practice, do we need dog food? etc, etc, etc, ad infinitum…

We think these things because be have to. While “impaired”, we can think what we want. And it feels nice. It is nice to be reminded of the soul we possess. It is nice to hear words that we forgot we knew leaving our lips. It is nice heart-fully expressing a self that we know is ours, but often lives in hidden shadows, because no one around the house is really too interested in hearing what he has to say. I write this with no resentment. The priorities around the house are what they are and frivolous explorations into deeper thoughts are not convenient. They clog the machine. This is where beer and buddies are useful.

As I sit at the Lighthouse Lounge in Des Moines, Washington, on a glorious work-free snow day gazing out the window at my white-sheeted hometown, I am struck by a beautiful contentment. My kids are at friends’ houses enjoying themselves. My wife is at work, enjoying herself, too. She’s weird that way. And I am sitting at a bar by the window with a 2/3 full pitcher of beer thinking fun thoughts. It’s impossible to predict whether or not these thoughts would exist in other circumstances, but I suspect not. And as I have learned from experience, if something feels good, whether you understand it or not, don’t mess with it.

So I won’t. As I watch the golden bubbles rise from the bottom of my pint glass, I will reserve judgment and suspend sharp-eyed queries into why or where the fun thoughts come from. I will be thankful that they come at all. I will feel a little smarter and hope that Dan comes through the door pretty soon to confirm that I DO, indeed, seem smarter than normal. I will be happy then. It’s nice to surprise people once in a while…

[EDITOR’S NOTE:”Feel Good Friday” is a regular column written by Des Moines resident Dave Markwell, who extols to all neighbors: “Enjoy where we live. Put your feet on the pavement and truly feel how great it is to live here!” Also, you can “friend” Dave on Facebook here. Or work out with him at his new exercise company Waterland CrossFit!]



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3 Responses to “FEEL GOOD FRIDAY: Beer Smarts”
  1. Dan says:

    If it’s any consolation, Dave, my wife (or yours) doesn’t think I’m any smarter after a couple of beers, either.

  2. janel says:

    You two are funny…

  3. TAKSI says:

    HERE IS ANOTHER EQUALLY LEGIT PERSPECTIVE, THANKS FOR THE WORDS.

    Last week, my buddy Cheech informed me that I was the only person he knew who actually sounded smarter after a few JOINTS. I’m not sure if he meant this as a compliment, but I took it as one. I suppose “smarter after” anything, kind of depends on the starting point. Either way, I was pleased. No one had ever said this to me before.

    Certainly not my wife. In fact, the opposite is true of her. She has spent much time detailing, in lengthy explanations, exactly how stupid some of the things I have said following a couple of JOINTS were. … that certain ideas can only be conjured with a certain amount of impairment. This being the case, I submit that, sometimes, being “HIGH” we are actually “repaired”. Of course, this suggestion has realistic parameters and the law of diminishing returns applies forcefully. Simply put, more impaired is not more repaired. Like the rest of life, balance is the key. But, on occasion a sharper wisdom may lie, in wait, beneath the surface of our daily routine. A free thought, even a half-MEDICATED one, is sometimes pretty welcome to a mind saturated with un-free thoughts. Our minds are often burdened with thoughts we don’t want to think: jobs, bills, kids’ soccer practice, do we need dog food? etc, etc, etc, ad infinitum…

    We think these things because be have to. While “HIGH”, we can think what we want. And it feels nice. It is nice to be reminded of the soul we possess. … This is where CANNABIS and buddies are useful.

    As I sit at the COMING SOON TO A TOWN NEAR YOU Lounge in Des Moines, Washington, on a glorious work-free snow day gazing out the window at my white-sheeted hometown, I am struck by a beautiful contentment. My kids are at friends’ houses enjoying themselves. My wife is at work, enjoying herself, too. She’s weird that way. And I am sitting at a bar by the window with a 2/3 OF A GRAM OF MARIJUANA thinking fun thoughts. It’s impossible to predict whether or not these thoughts would exist in other circumstances, but I suspect not. And as I have learned from experience, IF SOMETHING FEELS GOOD, WETHER YOU UNDERSTAND IT OR NOT, DON’T QUESTION IT. So I won’t. As I watch the SILVER SMOKE rise from the TIP OF MY JOINT, I will reserve judgment and suspend sharp-eyed queries into why or where the fun thoughts come from. I will be thankful that they come at all. I will feel a little smarter and hope that Dan comes through the door pretty soon to confirm that I DO, indeed, seem smarter than normal. I will be happy then. It’s nice to surprise people once in a while…

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