This weekend I had a show and I indulged in a bit too much alcohol at the venue. I know that at the beginning when I started, I was having a decent time with food and drink and then as the day progressed and I interacted with people, my memory is a bit fuzzy. At one point, I sat down and spoke with the owner of the place who kind of confronted me on the fact that he was spending a bit too much money on me from a show I had the previous night. I believe I assured him that everything was fine and I was working on bringing in more acts. I also told him about my hardcore marketing campaign through podcasting and other means of promotion to get more people in. I also told him about the comedy format, which he hadn't seen but went right into the possible offensive material. I think I suggested he check the comedy when it came back in a few weeks but also told him a story as to why that previous night have been a dud. I remember closing out my tab that night and thinking to myself, I was going to be walking to the first bus stop that would take me back home, which wouldn't be for another four to five hours. I did a lot of walking that night/morning but when I finally got home, I know I smelled like booze and sweaty air. When I woke up the next afternoon, I was somewhat relieved to be home but had this lagging depression over me. I suggested that we go get something to eat, my mom and I and felt that pizza might do me some good but, that depression was still hitting me hard. What was life all about? Was this all their was? At the last minute, we decided to go to a Mexican restaurant which had non-alcoholic beer because, I felt I needed to take that edge off. That and food and an atmosphere that reminded me of my family's history, didn't completely get me back but, it helped me think that things were going to be okay and to stick to my routine, work hard to keep things consistent. No tripping up!