|
Termyn8or -> Drunk ! (2/22/2009 3:26:13 PM)
|
You may have noticed the lack of my usual provocative, possibly abrasive posts last night. Well it was party night. I drink all the time but I do not get drunk. Not last night, I cut loose. Nursing a hangover I still feel good because it was time. Got up at 3:30 in the afternoon !
Loving every minute of it, playing some hillbilly music and having a bit of the "hair of the dog" so to speak. Now some Thinderkiss to wake up.
Twas a good day, went downstairs to help the olman out because I noticed he hadn't been keeping up the house and it was all cluttered, it was time. It was to the point where I thought he ws going to trip over something and kill himself. He's an old persnickety old Man, and there are only certain people who would be allowed to do something like this. After all it's his house. I called Bandanna early, who is on the inside track with him and we did what we had to do. Some cleanup and moving a few items of furniture etc, the house is much more ergonomic for him now.
As much as I talk about greed and shit, can't have him killing himself until he signs the papers that totally protects the properties from ,,,,, well anything. Just to say, for those of you who think it is OK to be overweight, he is seventy years old and overweight and I see what he goes through, shed that fucking weight.
In the meantime Rifraff called and he wasn't doing anything, plus the olman accepts him. He helped out. Mind you I can't just bring anyone in there. Bandanna knew he was drafted once he got here, and I told him that he would be weeded, feeded and beered. Bandanna and us run on favors etc., and it is rare to be able to do that.
We did what we had to do , Rifraff did the dishes. It got late and we retired to my suite for some serious smoking and joking and carrying on. And on and on.
At one point we were getting low on beer, I got keys to plenty of cars, but am not supposed to be driving. The plan was made, but after a bit I remembered that we hadn't eaten, and that my favorite eatery delivers beer. We did nothing illegal, just ordered a big pizza and a case of beer to go with it. It's only money and beats a night in jail. The last really good night like that happened back in 04 and I wound up in jail for DUI, drunk or not, I was more careful this time.
You might not understand, I do not do this every day. I crawled to bed at what time I have no idea, slept in my clothes. It was great, like the old days. The closest thing lately was when Fuzzy (my nextdoor neighbor) came over about a month ago wit a bottle of Stolies, but that is not the same. This was a night of power drinking, no booze. All the accompanying bullshitting and whatnot withstanding. I guess getting there is really half the fun.
As the fog clears now at about six PM, I guess what I am saying is that every once in a while you have to cut loose. We talked about more things than will be ever mentioned even on this forum, as if I could remember it all anyway.
Then Sach shows up, havent seen him in awhile. Now I got a problem, two people crashing over but one couch. The solution was easy, just have another beer. They eventually slept somewhere. Gotta watch that Sach, he has certain tendencies if ya know what I mean.
I remember a couple of years ago, days after newyears on the phone with Mom, she asks "So did anyone go to jail ?" I said "no" to which she replied "you guy are getting old". Maybe we are.
People have started these "I am thankful for" threads, but I tell you this, nobody drove here. They knew what was going to happen. Bandanna walked home last night at about two AM, I don't know what happened to Sach, but I assume he got a bus as he lives in east bumfuck Egypt somewhere (Cleveland Hts) and Rifraff got a ride home from his olady at about three PM this morning.
I hold Saturdays sacred. I have been offered big big bribes to work Saturday, my time is worth more than money. I mean I would make close to fifty bucks an hour to work Saturday at time and a half, I just won't do it, perhaps now you know why. My family and friends are more important, and of course my sanity. When the "whistle blows" on Friday I am outta there. It takes me a day just to forget about work, and brother I did it last night. It may have taken until six AM but dammit, I did it !
The biggest thing right now is that I notice the violin (in it's case at least) is in the beercan pile. Someone must have been quite unpleased with their performance on it last night.
LOL.
T
|
|
|
|
