Gin and her pal Soda were accessories to the crime. Mary was a witness, and I guess that’s a good thing; otherwise, I’d have no recollection of what happened. Actually, I don’t recall much about my attendance at the SOB, but I must have had a good time. When the show was over, Mary and I took a trike back to my house. She said that I tripped and fell on my face when I exited the trike. The trike driver tried to help Mary get me back on my feet; then, a passing motorcyclist stopped to assist. I woke up on the floor of my bedroom in the wee hours of the morning, wondering what the fuck happened. Mary filled in the gaps, and from what she describes, I don’t know that I’ve ever been drunker. I know the hangover I’m suffering from today is one of the worst I’ve experienced.
So, I’ve come to a decision. I’m going to give up drinking. Gin. That’s right; beer belly be damned, I’m going back to Zero from now on. The trouble with hard alcohol drinks for me is I can’t monitor my level of inebriation–one minute, I’m fine; the next, I’m over the line. With beer, especially a low-alcohol beer like Zero, I can drink until I’m ready to stop without getting falling down drunk. I mean, I like a nice relaxing buzz, but I hate losing control of my mind and body. I’ve had two falls now on Gin, and it is just not worth pushing my luck.
In other news, we had a pleasant Friday group hike. Only four of us and we did the My Bitch trail from end to end.
The day started better than it ended, that’s for sure!
Doing your best Jeremy Clarkson impression in that first photo, I see.
Here’s hoping Mother Nature teaches you caution.
Ouch!! At some point, I think you need to make decision on alcohol in general. I am far from a teetotaler, but damn, seems like you are having way too many mornings of not remembering the night before. There will come an evening where Mary, or the trike driver, or your helper, or whoever is not around when something happens.
Maybe it is due to the gin, but definitely seems like a change of some sort is in order.
On the other hand, like the saying goes: “No great story ever started with someone having a bowl of salad!!” :shrug
Brian, I am hopeful that switching back to beer will resolve my memory/balance issues. The problem isn’t the drinking per see (or so I choose to believe) but rather the overindulgence. Gin sneaks up on me. I am better able to monitor and maintain my desired level of inebriation when I’m consuming beer. Bottom line–I like to drink, but I don’t like getting drunk.
Kevin, I’m not grasping the Jeremy Clarkson reference. Did he do something stupid recently too?
Well, gravity is an unforgiving bitch, and I want to avoid future faceplants. It could have been worse (broken bones), and I don’t need that kind of problem. I’m confident my new plan will resolve these issues.
John,
I’ve tried to answer your question on my blog.