Calling Dionysus

Way back when Paul was at Butte College, he had some kind of English/Writing class for his general ed requirement. It was a very basic class and he had little interest in it. So I would do some of his assignments. One of them was to write about a dream he’d had or an imaginary conversation with someone. I did both and he chose the dream one. It was a made-up dream, of course. And I thought I did a pretty good job of interpreting the dream too. I got a “B” on it with some nice remarks from the teacher!! I put that paper up on the fridge for ages! (Hey, I know it’s lame, but this was the only college work I ever did!)

For the imaginary conversation, I chose Dionysus. I thought a heart-to-heart from a party boy to his “muse” would be interesting. I actually wrote this during an evening service at church during Advent. (I know! Don’t judge me!) And BTW, Paul is NOT nor has he EVER been a party boy. This whole thing is made up!

Calling Dionysus

Paul:  Dionysus? Are you there?

Dionysus:  Hey, Paul!

P:  Finally! I’ve been calling you forever, man.

D:  Well, here I am.

P:  It used to only take a couple beers at most to contact you. Now it takes at least a 6 pack and a bottle of wine!

D:  Well, you’re older now than when you first started drinking. You can hold more liquor now. I’m actually kinda proud of you.

P:  Why?

D:  Hey, booze is one of my specialties, man, and you have all the makings of a first-class alcoholic!

P:  Hey! I don’t drink THAT much! Really. At least, not THAT often. Really.

Anyway—here’s why I wanted to talk to you—

I used to enjoy the occasional buzz, and never suffered much for it the next day. But now when I “party hearty” I feel like crap the next day! It’s not as much fun as it used to be—why?

D:  hehehehehehehe….that’s the nature of my game, kid.

P:  Dionysus?

D:  What?

P:  Are you my friend?

D:  hehehehehehehehe……………