One for me and one for my homies

My boss invited me out to a show in the Village on Monday. We drank more on the train ride out than most people do in one night. I really enjoy drinking. I consider myself a very good drunk and have (almost) never experienced that blackout, stupid kind of intoxication. I usually just loosen up and feel great about the world, which I don't consider as unhealthy as some because I think that's who I really am inside, it let's me be myself. I completley disagree with any opinion one might have that that sounds like I have a drinking problem. I don't. I'm a grown up, I enjoy booze.
Anyways, that's not what I was getting to. So I'm nice and tight, but my boss is putting them down like I've never seen, and I've seen a few. But we have a great time. A truely fun evening. Saw the former guitar player for Miles Davis, met some cool people and had some great, personal conversation. Somehow, I remembered a song on the keys and played for the bar. I didn't put too much thought into what it would be like at work after this epic night with my supervisor so I had no expectations. But when I did go to work later this week, it was so wierd. He seems so ambivalent towards me. It's not really rejection that I'm feeling. He's a cool person but not someone I would have intention of hanging out with all the time. No, I feel wierd because it's the perfect example for me how many people are such liars. To themselves, to other people. I got to see who he really was the other night. And I know you can say who he is at work is who he really is as well, and I get the argument, but it's a lazy one. I'm not saying you are only yourself when your sloshed and hanging out, but why do people have to loose that personal touch in the "real" world. The irony is that I would rather work way harder for a friend then some blank authority figure. I reject that world. I want to live as the best of me, always.