Background

Googling 'inventive and inspiring blog titles' does not, as it appears, provide any magical manufacturing of brilliant ideas. It just leaves you with the titles everyone else has, and can effectively put you off blogging entirely. According to the vast repository of knowledge called Google, a blog title should be quick, quippy, to the point, and in all it's simplicity, give the readers enough of a grasp of your blog to want to read it.

Huh.

My logic went in the other direction. Wouldn't it be more prudent to stump your readers with a quizzical, open-ended, or vacuous title in order to frustrate them to the point where they read all of your posts if only to hunt for a lack of a connection between said title and the random collection of archived shite which they can use to trash your writing, intelligence, and your capabilities as a human being in your comment section?

Yes, I may have thought this through a little. Enough so that I created the longest run-on sentence of life.

Anyways, on to the point. The Dishonourable Nightcap (note the Canadian spelling, peeps) came about from an article I stumbled across in the New York Times. Which incidentally, saved this blog from being called Jagger Bombs and Morning Afters so I'll give it a virtual ham of gratitude.

A Ms. Shaap detailed the 'Rules for an Honourable Nightcap' in which she displays the specifications for the ideal, and oh-so-proper nightcap. Nightcaps should [apparently] be brown, warming, and offer a fitting conclusion to your night. She suggests cognac, to be sipped slowly; a perfect wind-down to a night of luxuriating in your beach house in the Hamptons.

Please don't mistake me, I do not mean to mock the conscientiousness of Ms. Shaap and I will be the first one to point out the tact of which she broached the act of drinking in isolation to those who possess an air of such pompousness that they would consume such a poncy drink before bed. Alone.

However...

I, being 19 and without moral qualms and with little self respect or restraint, felt that the ideal nightcap is something that hits you hard and fast enough so that you can laugh, party, and fall harder into bed and hopefully not have work the next morning. I decided that my blog: 'the Dishonourable Nightcap' would be the Tequila to Shaap's Cognac. A blog that may be best consumed before bed, because you cannot imagine reading it during daylight hours where there is no excuse for avoiding work and other responsibilities to catch up on the brain-dump of a burgeoning adult. It will have all the pretentiousness of a clip on earring but will consist of 95% histrionics and false bravado. And it might possible leave a bitter taste in your mouth. But who doesn't feel a sense of companionship with a bottle some nights? Just like intoxication, reading about other people's miserable lives helps you forget about your own for awhile. So stay as long as you like. Fortunately, writing about the distressing details of my own first-world problems makes me feel better in general. And wine tastes better going down with negative emotions.

More to the point, I wanted a space where I can sort out my thoughts, provide a safe haven for my precious memories because my brain has decided to emulate that of a geriatric goldfish; and ultimately, become a timeline of sorts so I can retrospectively see all of the good, bad, and the ugly in my foray into adulthood.

Thanks for reading. And GOD SPEED,

-Jade