Here I am going over stanza 14 the last one from 10-14 that gives advice on losing our ability to think clearly when we’ve had too much to drink. The real reason I don’t drink as much is simple.
A friend visited me from Alaska and we went to a local tavern for a game of pool and drinks. My husband was on standby and would pick us up if need be. We were playing pool and only ordered our first drink (mine being a whiskey and coke-usual). A group of snowmobilers had come through and were putting quarters on our table for next game. I HAD my drink in my hand! Please remember that. I was watching her shoot, drink in hand and took a sip from my full glass. She gave me the cue, took a swig of her drink and when I looked up she was spinning. Everything was spinning and moving. She was the one that had kept us both calm, grabbed my arm and said, ‘We have to get out of here NOW!’ We made it home and I got violently sick and passed out. My husband got scared and took both of us to ER where we learned that we had both been slipped GHB in our drinks. So no, I don’t drink a lot and now not only is my drink in my hand but I can see it at all times. I don’t want to ever be in a situation where I lose my wits or have a loose tongue because of drinking.
Drunk I became, dead drunk, forsooth,
when I was with wise Fjalar;
That bout is best from which back fetches
each man his mind full clear.
Drunk I was, I was over-drunk, at that
cunning Fialar’s. It’s the best drunkenness,
when everyone after it regains his reason.
First reading this I thought Odin to be boastful about getting drunk and it was fine because he regained his composure. Well, everyone regains composure after a good greasy meal and some sleep. But thanks to TOOHG (yup gave it letters instead of typing it out) they broke it down like the best sort of drinking is enjoying yourself but not to the point of becoming a drunken fool. As for Fialar that’s for another time.
Happy Tuesday Y’all!