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Oi Vey.
Saturday was kind of a mess of a day.
We got a late start on things.. and around 3pm, I took some Benadryl in preperation for driving around in the woods.. I didn't even think about the possibility of it making me drowsy, but it did.. and by the time we got ready to go out, two hours later, i was fucked.
We drove around, and I was in a drug addled haze, further complicated by ice cold beers. I managed to back my truck into a tree and bend up the tail gate.. but aside from that, we managed to escape the woods without serious problem.
I went home around 7 to get the dogs, as Megan was out of town at a wedding, and would not return that night..
Departing my house, I headed to Jesse's house.. After I arrived, I made myself a beam and coke and sat around and chilled out for a while. I threw in "The Fast and The Furious" because I needed a good laugh.. It was about that time that things went terribly wrong. The marked point in time, that when shown on a graph indicates the highest mark before a plunge... much like the stock market crash of 1929.. The High Water Mark..
But I digress...
Yes, right. It was about that time that Jesse brought out the bottle of Wild Turkey. The one that he'd been trying to get us to drink since 5pm. By this time, I had eaten about 4 slices of pizza, and sucked down a bourbon and coke, and the Benadryl haze was starting to lift. It seemed like a great idea.
Down go the shots.. the first half of the bottle went pretty quick.. and the second half took us up to about 11:30.... That swill (i'd say scag, for the sake of consistancy, but there was no heroin) baron Jesse.. he said I had to match his shots... one for one. Of course, I can't say no to a challenge like this..
So the bottle was empty.. and the Beam was gone too.. consumed by the other vultures in the room.. and so it came down to this... it's 11:45, and the liquor store closes in 15 minutes.
We take a poll, who's the least drunk? too close to call.
Who thinks they have the best chance of driving and not getting pulled over? man, that's down to the wire.
So, Ray drives. We go to the liquor store. We get another bottle of Beam. I help a lady figure out how to change the radio station on the radio of the truck she's driving.
I don't really remember much after that... except there was a camera. :eek3:
Fast Forward, time unknown, I wake up in Jesse's bed, and I lose my half of the bottle on the floor next to it. Oops. I apologize profusely, go outside and use my shirt to wipe the vomit off my arm and pants.. In a perfect world, I would have gone in the bathroom for this.. but there was a girl in there puking... so... yeah.
Fast Forward, 7am, I awake on the leather couch, the bare skin of my back glued to it's surface.. I find my keys.. in Jesse's samurai.. Yeah, we took it out in the back field at some point... dunno.. don't ask.. The bottle of Beam that we risked life, limb, and jail time for.. largely untouched..
Luckily, I have a sweatshirt in my car, and I put it on... hit mcdonald's... go home, shower, sleep til noon.
ugh.
So, that's two weekends in September that I drank Wild Turkey, and subsequently got sick.. This should serve as a sign. A marker..
lalala... corn bread and ice tea took the place of pills and ninety-proof.... all my rowdy friends.... lalalal..
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