Ah...the old incident caused by the devil's drink.

I have to pass my own story to you. If you will bear with me.

Many years ago, a bud and I had a little [lie] too much to drink. As we were young and but not entirely stupid, we decided to leave my pickup and walk the 4 miles back to our neighborhood.

As we were not walking straight the distance might have wound up to be more like 6 or 7 miles.

But we never actually made it.

We encountered a [hidden by evil city people] culvert and both, without a peep, fell down into it.

I fractured an arm, he broke a wrist and kneecap. A passing motorist saw the incident and called the police. We were taken by ambulance to the local county hospital where we endured many hours of pain and hardship.

Sober and enlightned, we were picked up by our truly pissed spouses the following mid morning.

We told them, of course, that we were not THAT drunk, we just didn't see the culvert. They proceeded to ask us where this happened and of course we had no real idea. But could see of course that all the culverts had really nice guard rails.

We never really [they never let us] lived that down.

Papa Ray
West Texas
USA

Papa,

I'm glad somebody gets it.

Ah. I assume that I know the stranger, and that I had blessedly passed out by then.

Good times.

You make martinis while camping? Now that's someone that knows how to camp.

Do you take actual martini glasses? Twists of lime and olives?

I highly recommend Ambien if you just need some help sleeping. In regular life (as opposed to now being pregnant), I occasionally take 1/2 of a pill, and it really helps. You need take it right before you're ready to sleep and have time to sleep 7-8 hours. No grogginess or hangover feeling in the morning.

I had the Vicodin two weeks ago after having a tooth pulled, only stayed on it a day. Heavy painkillers are really only useful as long as you're willing to be KO'd in bed.

Of course, you can't drink with Vicodin, so that makes for some grouchiness in itself.

There is nothing better than aquiring a safe distance between you and said drunkards and watching the antics that ensue. It warms my heart and tickles my taint.
Also, watching your friend in a dress, (sans underwear), plow headlong into a wall on her birthday is absolutley fantastic!
Is it just my observations or is my generation incapable of learning their limits?

Vicodin is nasty stuff. I'll never take it again. My condolences.

I had no idea! The fun stuff always seems to happen after I go to bed. (!) You hid the pain well. Happy to hear you're (on your way to) feeling better.

Alicia had no idea because she was involved in the fun stuff after she went to bed.

Then again, maybe it wasn't that memorable.

The Cleric