I've been planning an unbirthday party for myself these past few weeks. As a twenty-something living in a college town, I have never been drunk on my birthday. I've had a few drinks, even managed to have some fun here and there, but never had the experience of having someone carry me home from the bar. This is mostly because my birthday is mere days before Christmas and no one is ever around to help me celebrate. Because of this, I decided that I would invite all of my friends along with me sometime in July for a night of selfish and unhealthy debauchery. But that was before I did just that on Saturday night. It was this night that I decided to never drink again. Yes, we all say that after getting too drunk, but my entire body told me what my mind was already wise to: I'm slowly killing myself with alcohol. Any alcohol that was left in the house I got rid of. I won't be buying it anymore.
Unmon instructed the assembly and said,
"'To realize the way through hearing a voice, to enlighten the mind through
seeing color' -- Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara comes with some small change
and buys poor rice cakes. If he throws it away, he will get nice manju
cakes instead."
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