What do you do when a friend wants to go out for a drink, and you have nothing to eat in your house, but you've got to eat something, because you're going out for drinks??? Well, I eat a bag of popcorn and some mini chocolate chips.
I know I know... I should be working on my novel, but it's cosmos. At the Chase. I like the Chase. And cosmos. And alcohol is just writer-juice, right?
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Letitia Baldridge says never to turn down an invitation.
Writers with serious drinking problems include, but not limited to: James Joyce, Ernest Hemingway, Charles Bukowski, John Steinbeck, F. Scott Fitzgerald. So these are all men, and I'm probably missing a ton. And Pink Shoe is not a drunkard. But, if anyone wants to continue this list, proceed.
Don't forget about Dorothy Parker and her entire Vicious Circle! They were the most fabulous set of alcoholics.
I got myself some Bacardi Watermelon for just that reason. I figured I might need inspiration tonight.
I could add to the list of drunk writers, but seeing as how it already includes F. Scott Fitzgerald, I see no need to add to the list, as The Great Gatsby is one of my all-time favorite books. Embarrassing to admit, but at one point I was so enamored of that book that I once forced a guy I was on a first date with to listen to me quote it. Sad. Even sadder, the guy asked me out for a second date. Of course, I found out later he was a thug...
Elizabeth, name one man you've dated that doesn't live the thug life!
Glad you mentioned Dorothy Parker, Angela!
I was at the Algonquin Hotel the other night, where DP and the rest of the Round Table members used to meet. I had an excellent martini called the Parker.
I've been trying to start up something similar to what DP and friends had years ago and I think the fact that lately I can't go anywhere (even Pink Shoe!) without hearing about Parker is a sign that this is a good idea.
Let's not forget some of the poets, Anne Sexton, Robert Lowell, John Berryman, and I think Edna St. Vincent Millay. But I'm not sure about that last one, I just like to say her name. She was kind of wild and crazy so, she probably did enjoy the drink.
Jackson Pollock, Vincent van Gogh, and Toulouse-Lautrec: all brilliant artists with massive chemical dependencies of their own. You know it's just genius fuel in general.
But what did I do after coming home from cosmos last night? Paint a masterpiece? No, at 9:30 I called my friend who had surgery and woke her up (so she probably hates me now) and then I took a bath. And fell asleep reading dental journals.
MB, I hope you wrote some novel when you got back home!
Most drunk writing only sounds good when the reader has a bottle of wine under his/her belt too.
Eh, if anyone wants real creative encouragement, I'm an advocate for reading The Artist's Way by Julia Cameron. (actually, it's a brilliant book for anyone with a little courage)
On the other hand, one of the most memorable nights in college was the actor/techie drink-off.
Techies won overall, but an actor singly drank everyone under the table. Jim, my old roommate, I salute you!
Kat - Love the Algonquin, have stayed there for a night last year. When we finally get to the City, I would show up at your roundtable, though I probably wouldn't be able to be as much of a regular as The Pink Shoe.
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