So last post, I told you all an exciting tale of my bout with quitting smoking and “V-Day”. During the period of self-medication to induce sleep, I had frequent outings with Coyote. I will summarize one of these evenings.
So one friday at work, I decide around noon that I am going to do a couple errands after work and then have a beer or two. As the afternoon progressed and the end of the day drew near, I decided I wanted to go home for a beer, before doing my errands. By 3:30pm, beer o’clock couldn’t come fast enough and I was growing closer to the conclusion that my errands were just not going to happen.
I drive to the beer store after work, like a bat out of fucking Hell! By the time I sprint in, get the beer and get home, it is 4:12pm. By 4:15pm, the soothing “pssht” of beer number 2 is heard. Yup, definately no fucking errands this day my friends.
4:18pm, neighbour calls. “Wanna do a quick garage beer?”. “Fuck yes sir!” came the reply. Fortunately he has his own as usual.
5:00pm, message Coyote to go out to karaoke later. After a while he says he will pick me up at 9:00pm. Good. Cuz at this rate, I’m not fucking driving ANYWHERE! At this point, I am finishing beer 5.
A brilliant thought to order food. Hadn’t eaten all day, and at this rate the party will be over very fucking early. Domino’s arrives with buffalo wings. Beer 6 is done.
The night continues unmolested. 9:00pm rolls around, Coyote arrives pretty much right on time. Thank Christ because my 12 of beer is gone and I am thirsty.
Arrival at the “Cock & Hand”, 9:15pm ish. 9:20pm, my pitcher arrives. Karaoke doesn’t start for a bit. Coyote and I visit. 10:30pm, karaoke starts, pitcher number 1 is gone. Fortunately I had the foresight to order another before I finished the last glass.
The rest of the night gets a bit foggy. I can attest to at least 3 pitchers in total at the bar because I had 60 bucks and had no change when I got home. I also know that I dumped a litre of Powerade in my bed the following morning because it got my ass out of bed.
This night was kind of important. It made me realize a few things. First, I make bad decisions when I have been drinking. Nothing bad happened on this particular night, just to clarify. Second, sometimes the things you want and need are right in front of you, you don’t need to look for it someplace else. Third, There is a reason I bring a certain amount of money when I go out, and leave my bank card at home (Neo doesn’t stop). Fourth, fuck I know how to have a good time!
PS. I have a 9″ tongue and I breath through my ears.
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