You really only understand how drunk you are when you’re peeing
I had a weird dream last night. Feel free to analyze it if you’re a *~dReAm~* person.
I had the hankering for some breakfast food so I entered a diner-type place in the city. The eatery had two dining rooms: one was retro-y and the other was more rustic and traditional. Since I was by myself, I sat at the counter to eat. I ordered a waffle and while I waited, the waiter (or host or whatever) told me he had a table ready for me. I said it was silly to sit at a table since I was alone and I preferred to sit at the counter. He seemed annoyed and explained that they need the counter and I have to sit at a table. I followed him as he led me to a large, six-person table and sat me down. As I sat alone, I noticed that all of the other tables were occupied by people I knew long ago but haven’t spoken to in years. The kinds of people you say hi to in the supermarket but wouldn’t know what to say past that, at least anymore. All of these people saw I was by myself and I could see them judging me. Finally, I received my waffle and it wasn’t very good.
And while I was sitting there, alone and actually feeling alone, I thought of the bad Yelp review I was going to give this restaurant.