When you get old, there are some things you just have to come to terms with. Gone are the days when you could drink all night and wake up in a chair, grab the nearest beer and start all over. Sooner or later, pot ceases to send you flying and just kicks you in the ass, rendering you unconscious within minutes.
I went to a friends staggette Satruday night. I was not planning on drinking. Mainly because I hate leaving my car anywhere and going through all the bullshit of getting it back the next morning. Anyway, the bride's mother convinced me to have a few. At first I said no but she presented me with a Chocolate Russian. Ok, I was committed. As long as we were at the house, shootin' the shit on the back deck, it was fun. I had made my decision and I was prepared to get shit-faced. I did not, however, manage to get shit-faced before they decided to take the party on the road and visit the local 'Pick-a-Pig'.
I don't do crowds very well and a crowd of drunken 20-somethings is not something I look forward to.
I made it to just outside the pub. I am sitting in the car watching the patrons pour out of the pub. A group crosses the street, one girl yells back some obscenity to the bouncer and falls flat on her ass. There she was, in all her glory with her skirt jacked up around her waste revealing a very unfortunate choice in undergarments.
At that moment my decision was made. Reality slapped me in the face. "I am definately not drunk enough to go in there."
Guess I will just quietly rage against the dying of the light. Ok, maybe not rage, more like whimper pitifully.
7 comments:
I know that pub! LOL... what scares me is that years ago (which is even sadder that it's been a while) I saw kids that I used to babysit in the line ups of clubs. It made me feel so old.
Of course, now, re-telling the story 10 years later is even worse.
Honestly we can see that crap at work everyday... without the booze mind you :o) Just my two cents.
My question is, why did we find it fun when we were in the unfortunate panty girl's place? Looking at it now, it doesn't look all that fun.
Isn't it sad how two beers can knock you out with a killer hangover now? Really... sucks.
hahahah
Sounds like a fun kind of night ;) Almost, lol... I'm startig to feel the same way as I climb into my (mid) 30's. Sometimes you just don't have enough patience for these kind of things, but you have take one for the team and go anyway!
WOW - I just noticed that I'm on your daily!! Why is it that you never say hi?? :-) Well I'm glad you did this time because I just read some of your posts and I do enjoy your blog... now you're one of my daily's!! ;)
Hey Your busted! lol
that was my stagette! and u said you were coming back and you didnt!
awe well i am glad you came for some of it anyways!
had you stayed you would have seen the drunken girl with a cast on her arm beating up the other drunking girl! lol good times :P
but i too can't hold my booze anymore and was really sick the next day!
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