Bash Compactor: How to Fail at Being Sober
You know youve been to a good book party when you wake up hungover as hell and feeling like the author is your new best friend.
Last week, Aaron Goldfarb kicked off the 30-day, 30-bar tour for his new (and first) book, How to Fail: The Self-Hurt Guide. Ostensibly the antithesis to a self-help book, the novels chapters and footchapters (like footnotes, but less annoying) have titles like How to Live on a Couch and How to Masturbate at Work.
To promote the book, Aaronnot Goldfarb since were buddies nowwill be visiting 30 bars in a little over a month, taking just two days off to spend time with his family and stuff. Aaron is a beer buff, so the party was held at Amity Hall, a serious beer bar where the upstairs bartender grudgingly serves up about a zillion different varietiesif you can get her to pay any attention to you at all.
Aarons editor, Amy Cianfrone (whos hot and tattooed enough to be a Suicide Girl, and was seriously questioning her choice to quit smoking immediately before embarking on a month-long bar tour) introduced me to Aaron almost immediately after my plus-one and I walked in the door. Lily, Aaron and I all stood there awkwardly for a few moments, making small talk about the book. Aaron was clearly already drunk from having arrived at least two hours earlier, and seemed a little self-conscious, so I decided to take another tack.
Im not really here to interview you, I said, So you can relax. But Ill probably wait until you get drunker and then ask you more questions.
OK, he said. But if you get me drunk before you interview me, its like date-rape. Like date-interview?
I decided Aaron was pretty cool and it was going to be a fun night, so I called a few more friends over to join the party.
Two more hours, several beers and a shot later, Aaron was spewing beautiful, shiny nuggets of wisdom about the urinary frequency that comes with age and alcohol.
Its fucking hell, he said. I used to show up at the bar at 8, happy hour, drink til 4 in the morning, piss once, wake up at 9 a.m. Now, Im like, after 9 p.m., Im freaked out. Im dehydrated. But if I drink even a sip of water, Im gonna wake up and have to piss. I dont care about dying soon, I dont care that I suck at basketball now, I dont care that maybe Im losing my hair, but fucking having to wake up and piss every hour is not good!
A bit later, my buddy Alex asked about one of the items from what Aaron calls his intentionally sexy Table of Contents.
So, how do you beat off at work without getting caught? Alex said.
Well, Aaron responded, Where do you work?
Then Aaron told us about a book festival he visited a few weeks ago.
A guy came up to me, a burly dude, and he was reading my table of contents, and he goes How to Masturbate at Work I dont need to know how to do that. I said Well where do you work, sir? He said Im a truck driver. I said, Well, fuckin piece a cake. He goes well, really dangerous! I said, you know, youre not supposed to be doing it while youre driving the truck. Pull over and go into the back and do it!
After a few more drinks and a rambling conversation about Aaron and his cousin Lisas attempts at being contestants on Who Wants to Be a Millionaire, my friends and I realized we were pretty much the only guests still there, and decided to call it a night.
The next morning, my head throbbing, and the taste of Jamison still in my mouth, I rolled out of bed and opened the book to the page Aaron had signed.
It said (and this is not a typo):
Thanks for coming. Dont you any quote out of context. – Aaron Goldfarb