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Saturday night I kinda let loose and went out with Rob and Gwen to Chasers. It was homecoming. They had a band. I had nothing better to do so I said what the fuck.

Now it should be said here in case you'd not figured it out from reading my posts these last 4 years, that I don't drink much. I don't have anything against it unless people do it to excess. I spent the summer of 94 pretty much pickled. I probably did more damage to my liver and brain in that summer than in the other 24 years of drinking I've done. Being a bartender for a while will either make you drink more or pretty much give it up altogether. I went the latter route and have never really regretted it. Now I pretty much reserve my drinking for one night out of the year. The last Saturday night in June when we have our big party. That's when I'll go for my cheap wine buzz and damn the consequences.

But this Saturday just seemed like the time to let go a little. I was a little pissed at some things going on with Deb and I. In fact at some points I think I was actually considering ways of ending the relationship but that passed quickly, thankfully.

I headed up to Rob and Gwen's around 8. I stopped by Robbies and he had Barb over and was hanging all over her with these big puppy dog lovesick eyes which was pretty disgusting. I didn't stay long. Just long enough to tell him I'm come back Sunday and pick more habaneros out of the garden.

We get up to the bar around 9. I've often commented to Gwen that it's amazing the number of beautiful women who come out on a band night and they sure don't live around here. I'd know. I was a single guy in that town for 3 years and never saw the kind of women who come out on a band night. Well the band sucked so maybe that's why all the toothless, elderly, balding wonders of nature were at Chasers Saturday. Rob and I realized we were going to have to drink an awful lot to make these folks look good.

I bought the first round and we all traded off after that. It's nice when you can go to a bar and 5 people get drunk and no one spends more than $30. Long neck bottle for $1.50 and mixed drinks for $2.50. Did I say 5 people? We found David Boyd and he joined us. Then his wife Tanya finally found her way to town so we had 5 at our table. No matter how much we drank the band still sucked. Though at one point, all five of us were checking out some girl's ass and making positive comments about it so the beer was doing one good thing.

Then came the jello shots. Hey you can't pass up jello shots for 50 cents each. I bought $10 worth. David, Rob and I sucked ours down in short order. Tanya was a little slower because she was laughing at Gwen who couldn't figure out how to get the jello out of the cup. Rob was trying to tell her to swirl her tongue around the inside and then suck it down. I yelled at her to just think of giving a rim job. At that very moment the band chose to end their marvelously bad rendition of Smoke on the Water and everyone in the bar got to hear me shout Rim Job. Everyone cheered even if they didn't know what they were cheering about and the next table full of skanky women ordered us all a drink. Ah life in a small farm town on a Saturday night.

And on it went until we were all at the point if we drank more we couldn't walk so we departed and instantly noticed all the cops watching the bar. Luckily the booze was keeping us warm and we walked the 6 blocks to Rob and Gwen's house. I tried to sleep in the chair but things were spinning so I just ate crackers, drank water and watched TV for 6 hours until I felt like I could safely drive home. I was in bed at 7 am and slept until noon when Tanya and David came over to pick persimmons. I hate to waste any fruit I grow but damn, if you get a bad persimmon, it's something you won't soon forget. So I pretty much avoid them and let people know when they are ripe. Come and get all you want. We had frost Saturday night so they are all ripening now.

Have to admit I had my first hangover in about 10 years. That's enough for me. It will be another 10 years before I tie one on like that.



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Oct. 4th, 2004 04:19 pm (UTC)
Sounds like a fun time!

>Though at one point, all five of us were checking out some girl's ass and making positive comments about it so the beer was doing one good thing.

Beer makes a great excuse for all sorts of things. Too bad for me I don't drink alcohol at all...
Oct. 5th, 2004 07:27 am (UTC)
363 days out of the year, I'm the designated driver so I know where you are coming from.

Oct. 4th, 2004 04:42 pm (UTC)
Yeah, I heard that the more alcohol you drink, the better people look.

I don't drink, have never drank, never been drunk.....so I can't really say! :D
Oct. 5th, 2004 07:34 am (UTC)
I don't advocate people drinking at all but it's one of those things that you ought to try once in your life to see what it's about. On he other hand, experiencing what I have in my life, I probably wouldn't be any worse off for never having touched the stuff.

Oct. 4th, 2004 05:39 pm (UTC)
The rim job comment got a big laugh out of me. :)
Oct. 5th, 2004 07:37 am (UTC)
It's nice when you have friends who can joke around like that and not get all bent out of shape about it. Some people I know, you really have to watch what you say around them.

Oct. 4th, 2004 05:51 pm (UTC)
Rim job!!! LMFAO OMG!!! what do you do for an encore?
Oct. 4th, 2004 07:03 pm (UTC)
Do you really want to know? If he started with a rim job, God only knows where he went from there! ;D

Oct. 5th, 2004 07:47 am (UTC)
We've been known to get a little out of hand at times. It's really all in fun though. We know each other well enough to know what we can get away with.

Oct. 5th, 2004 07:43 am (UTC)
Had we stayed longer, it would have gotten worse. Gwen and I, well the whole group are very comfortable with each other and have been known to rib each other mercilessly. And since Gwen and I have been known to be huge sluts at some point in our lives, we usually get the brunt of the sexual innuendos.

Oct. 5th, 2004 08:44 am (UTC)
I have friends that were like this back in our wild days. In fact, it's part of the reason I keep all my friends seperate here on the computer. Some of my RL friends are on, and now my one sister too, and they do tell tales on me when they meet one of my new friends. The very first night my sister got on line, she said "okay, now who's screen name should I be adding here" I gave her all the families screen names, and she said "anyone else?" I said nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo LOL
Oct. 5th, 2004 08:56 am (UTC)
Anotehr good reason to hunt down and talk to your sister.

Oct. 5th, 2004 02:41 am (UTC)
Rim Job!!! Very funny. Yeah, working in a bar can be like working in a black hole sometimes. This is an inspirational story, especially about your early experiences w/ alcohol. In the chaos that I work in, I choose clarity as well.
Oct. 5th, 2004 08:32 am (UTC)
I bartended in three places with very differnt atmospheres. The first, a seedy, run down small town bar in CO that catered to ranch hands and farmers. Pretty much the draft beer and shot of Jim Beam kinda crowd. That was actually a lot of fun and the kind of bar I like the best. At least people were not making a career out of drinking. It was a small town social scene. People shooting pool. Occasioanlly a musician would drift through and play for drinks or whatever cash we could gather from the regulars. Jukebox filled with classic rock and country. People would get up and dance to the jukebox around closing time. The next place was in a historic haunted hotel in NM. It was packed every night with tourists and college kids working summer jobs at the local dude ranches. Some real power drinkers in that crowd. But then so was I when I was off work. That was summer of 94. It gave me some good perspective. Then on to an Elk's Club in a little river town in Illinois. Opened at noon and middle aged to old me would come in all day and drink and play dominoes or card games and generally leave shit faced. Owner had a really bad attitude and was hard to work for. It was a hard job to make fun. and it was hard seeing all these old farts with nothing better to do than smoke and drink themselves into oblivion. That pretty much capped it for my drinking career. Plus the shaman calling pretty much demands a clear head most of the time.

Oct. 5th, 2004 12:02 pm (UTC)
Perhaps next year you should try your hand at making persimmon ale.
Oct. 5th, 2004 12:59 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you are still commenting and or reading after my making fun of the debate process. Yeah, things like wasting fruit really get to bothering me. I tried making jelly a few years back but the natural grittiness of the fruit didn't make a very palatable jelly. I've still got enough to try a fermented beverage. Rob put up a gallon of plums to ferment one year at his mom's house and forgot about it for 15 years. When he dug it out last it had actually turned to something like Brandy but very very strong so it's sometihing I might try. Worst thing that could happen is it would rot instead of ferment I guess. I could send you a good sized package of them if you want as well. Truth be told, there are probably bushels out there to be picked as I have more than 2 dozen trees. It's like the mulberries every year. I have a dozen or so of those trees growing wild around the farm. I pick as many as I can use for jelly and wine and then I just let the rest fall for the critters. After awhile you jsut get tired of picking them.

Oct. 5th, 2004 01:57 pm (UTC)
I could send you a good sized package of them if you want as well.

Thank you. I can get truckloads from local friends and acquaintances, however. In fact, I think it's time I snagged a few and made roasted chicken with a persimmon glaize. Yummy!

I'm glad you are still commenting and or reading after my making fun of the debate process.

I look forward to posting more snarky comments, later tonight. ;)
Oct. 5th, 2004 02:04 pm (UTC)
I was just going to post that the second stop on the comedy tour was tonight. hehehe. I actually look forward to this debate to be more revealing than the presidential debate.

Oct. 5th, 2004 02:08 pm (UTC)
I actually look forward to this debate to be more revealing than the presidential debate.

...The image of Cheney and Edwards onstage in boxers is not a pretty one.
Oct. 5th, 2004 02:18 pm (UTC)
Who knows. it might make them answer more honestly. Or not.

Oct. 5th, 2004 03:55 pm (UTC)
Rob put up a gallon of plums to ferment one year at his mom's house and forgot about it for 15 years.

That sounds like when we cleaned out my grandma's basement after she went into The Home. Except it was green beans instead of plums. Green beans don't ferment very well. Or at all.
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