sorry, forgot to upload video on first post! Thanks to poop Doctor Kim Cusato for letting me know
Woke up this morning pretty hungover because we had a late one at the golf course. The time change turned our normal nine-hole competition into an 18-hole competition, and I forgot about all the variables I would need to consider when it came to my consumption. Fret not: I did not drive, nor did I continue to drink when I got home. That said, it doesn’t really matter these days. If I have four beers, it feels like I had 20, especially in my belly. Used to be all I got was the head hangovers, but now I get them everywhere. That’s a wonderful thing about aging. You hit your 30s and you think, OK, this will be about what it is, and then 40 comes creeping along and now you can’t even drink without throwing your shoulder out in the middle of the night somehow.
This was only the third time I’ve drank since December 23, and I don’t feel guilty. We had a good time. I was responsible, and I didn’t continue once I got home, which was around 7 o’clock. I cooked dinner. I put my kid to bed. Me and my wife watched our stories, and we held hands. It was beautiful. That said, I would be totally arrogant if I didn’t acknowledge that that’s a slippery slope. I’ve always been someone who could stop drinking or stop doing whatever I want at any time and not do it for a long stretch—not even want to do it—but I do know that alcohol, alcoholism, and addiction are in my genes, and who knows when the right combination of mood and drug availability will knock me over the end zone that I’ve been racing toward my entire life. I must be careful.
Luckily, once again, I remembered that being drunk was not at all worth it, and I shouldn’t have done it, and I should have just stuck to gummies. I think I’m someone who needs to relearn that lesson every two months to make me know that I’m on the right track. If I stayed completely sober, I wouldn’t remember what it was like to wake up hungover, and it would spoil me, so every now and then I must do a reset. This, of course, is what we call rationalization.
That said, it’s been a lovely day. I’ve already recorded three podcasts, and I have three more podcasts left to record. They decided to have an impromptu birthday party for my son, whose actual birthday is next week, and a late birthday party for my wife, whose birthday was last week, tonight of all nights, knowing that Wednesday is a very busy time for me. Whatever—if that’s what they want, that’s what they want. But unfortunately, as a casualty of the job, I already had scheduled things to do, and if those things were just mine to do, I of course would cancel, but they are taking up other people’s time, and I have a responsibility to them. That’s what a lot of people don’t understand about what I do, especially those near me. All they know is that, yeah, technically I’m my own boss, which means that I should be able to take off whenever I want to. But what they don’t understand is the people behind this entire process. It’s true that I do podcasts and I can do them from the comfort of my own home, but I have a cohost and I have a producer! And therefore we have to do the podcast at a time that is convenient for all of us, and if I throw a stick in that, then it’s screwing up a whole assembly line here. That goes for touring: if you’re on a three-man tour and something comes up that your wife wants you to go to, you cancel, and the show doesn’t just screw you. It screws two other guys, and it screws people out of seeing what they really wanted to see.
One of the reasons that I’m not touring as much—basically hardly at all—is that I do want to spend more time at home with my son, and I get to do that. I bet you it would be very difficult to find someone who spends more time with their son than I do. But because I work at home, that means sometimes I have to actually, you know, work at home, but people have this misguided notion that because what I do is comedy, it just all falls out of my mouth without any preparation whatsoever, and anytime they need me they can call me and I can drop whatever I’m doing because the creative process can’t be all that hard, can it?
Lord, I’m venting. Let me go record the Putting on Airs podcast with Trae Crowder real quick, and I will come back and finish this diary and see if I’m in a completely different mode.
OK. Things got way better! POA was fun, and then I shot 2 pilot episodes for a new project, and we had my son and wife’s birthday party!!
I have attached a “day in the life” video. Might be boring to some, but some people enjoy that. It involves a park rant if that helps!!
More later,
Corey
Oh btw I’m in Asheville tonight at The Eulogy!
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