This is a carry-over thread from "The Reba Syndrome". Check there for the first two stories.
HANGOVER TALES.
Well, you all know where my motivations in life come from these days, but it wasn't always so! I have (unfortunately) many such stories, here's one.
My wife (also my fiance at the time) took me to one of my favorite bars at the time for my birthday. It's was a place called Gasthause Zur Krone in Milwaukee. It's the middle of February so when we get there only one person is in the place. The barkeep recognizes us, we order a couple of beers and tell him why we're there. To toast my birthday he cracks out the Jagermeister and starts pouring shots. The one patron starts throwing quarters into the juke box and pumps out all these polkas. Long story short, many polkas, many laughs, and a bottle-and-a-half of Jagermeister gone between four of us.
I'm completely blotto, but my wife is fine! She gets the keys and we head back south, but she doesn't know the way. She asks me (as I'm lyeing across the floor in the back) and I think my respose was, "OK you go kajrhnf[0uwi4iu and turn on %$KLM;;w;ijjkjl/pffffffft, blaaaaaaah......" So she asks a cop! As the officer drove off I pulled myself up and say, "Did you jusss talk to a cop? Oh, man......"
The next thing I remember was hitting Illinois.
Fortunately, the wife is still with me, but those days are gone!
Hey JR! Is that bar still there? 2nd and National. I hear the neighborhood isn't the same as it was.
That neighborhood has changed and not for the better. I am not sure if that establishment is still there but it isnt in the phone book.
There is some redevelopment that started in the third ward moving that way though.
By the way, I like the title of the thread...is that an original saying or a cliche I am not familiar with? If its yours, I would like to use it for some lyrics if that is ok?
It's actually the title of a comedy bit by Shelly Berman, back in the days of comedy LP's. I don't know if you could even find it in print anywhere. If you can, it's perfect for this thread.
As far as using it in lyrics, you have my permission! (As far as that goes)
Man, I'm sorry to say I have several stories for this thread
The thing is though, I only drank heavily in my 20's. Now I'm VERY careful about how and when I drink, the only time I really tank up is when I'm camping because I know I can just stumble to my tent
But, the worst time for me was a company Christmas party in the mid-90's. My stupid company had something called the "Image Circle", it was a ring they gave out one or two of each Christmas to the employee(s) that had best represented the spirit of the company that year or some crap like that.
My best friend and I had both kind of risen in the company that year, we were both now in charge of entire departments, and I really thought we'd both get rings. To be honest, if only one of us was going to I figured it would be me because I was running a department of about 80 people total as opposed to her department of 5 people. We both had very good attitudes at the time and really were doing good jobs.
So, I had my friend smuggle in a bottle of.... awwwwww crap, I can't even remember the name of the stuff.... But anyway, it was a small bottle of liquor that was the equivalent of about twelve shots. She kept it in her purse, we were gonna toast to our rings after we got em.
Well, they called her up on stage and she got her ring, I sat back by the bar with another good friend and watched in disbeleif. I then preceded to grab the bottle and drink it all. Not a good idea. I was drunk in about 30 minutes!!! I only have two memories after that. I remember my manager telling my two friends to "Get him out of here before Jim & Frank see him" (those were the owners), then I remember lying on the sidewalk outside the hall trying to tell everyone to look at how pretty and colorful all the stars were (it turned out I was looking at the bottom of an overhang that had christmas lights on it).
The next thing I remember was arriving at a 24 hour diner where my friends thought some food might help me feel better.
The waitress put my plate of shrimp down in front of me, and before she put everyone elses plate down I had thrown up all over my plate.
NOT A PLEASANT MEMORY.
Ironically, the next year I GOT the Image Cirle, after a year of being a malcontent (I was truly PO'd for being overlooked the previous year) and proceded to get drunk again.
On the way home I was pulled over for drunk driving, but because I was only four blocks from home the officer let me go and just followed me home.
I stopped drinking after that night! Now if I go out I have one drink to every 3 sodas! Lesson learned.
