It all began innocently enough… a quick trip to happy hour to enjoy a few beers and then it happened…a shot of tequila, followed by a brilliant idea: “Hey, lets go to the Pig & Whistle, for old times sake, just for a beer, just to say hello…it’s been years”.
He agreed (sigh).
A little history…The P&G was my hangout, my spot, my bar for a good 5 years. It was just your typical English pub- beer, food, butt darts, pool,drunks. We’d go on Sundays for quiz and I was the first to “test” out the Stella on tap the day it arrived (must find photo). We’d stay after hours; it was a JOLLY GOOD time but eventually every party must end if you plan on getting ahead in life. Phththt.
AnyDrunkAzFukz, we strolled on in last night for a quick nip, not expecting much and what a pleasant but deadly surprise! The P&W now serves HARD liquor! So, naturally, being the good drunks that we are, we partook in a few shots…AND of course beer. I ran into the owner who greeted me with open arms (and comped us a round) as did many of the patrons who I haven’t seen in forever …it really felt like a homecoming.
So after like 3 shots each.. on top of the beers AND the other shots and beers, we managed to get home and, to be honest, I don’t remember much… but, there is a standard, you know, certain things that happen when I am that drunk …such as my signature move: “let me put on lingerie and seduce you, if I don’t fall flat on my face, or barf on your lap “…
This occurrence is usually a preeeetty good gauge of how drunk I was the night before.Now, if I wake up IN the lingerie, then I was drunk, but not AS drunk as when I wake up and it is either:
A. on, but upside down
B. on, but backwards (once it was both backwards AND upside down- that was a real doozy)
C. wrapped around a foot or a leg (this basically means that I gave up before the knee due to lack of coordination and/or boredom)
D. out of the drawer, in a crumpled mess, on the floor right next to the drawer (a “thought that counts” moment). <– last night.
Welp. Today was not fun. I popped a vallie and I think I am through the worst of it.
Husband is back with the meat. Me hungry. Gotta Scram.
cl
xoxo
