Beer, Beer, Beer... diddily...Beer, Beer, Beer...
A long time ago, way back in history, when all there was to drink was nothing but cups of tea. Along came a man, by name of Charlie Mopps, and he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hopps...
Set a new record for drunken foolishness on saturday. And man was it great. I have not had a chance to get totally messed up that bad in a while. So i took that chance by keeping a drink on hand for most of the day.
Started with driving down to Beaufort on friday afternoon. First thing i did was to meet Mel at her highschool where she was coaching a softball game. Odd sport, i watched a batter get walked, and run directly to 2nd. I watched the corner infielders play halfway to the plate with 2 outs. And i watched a team play in shorts. Odd sport. Anyway, i digress. Still fun to watch. Well anyway, after the game was over me and Mel hit the first bar, more or less a hole in the wall, but homely place. Had an outstanding 'Bare Knuckle Brew' and then some Red Hook. Then we migrated to another bar, and continued to drink some more. Only did a single shot the whole night and it was a modified car bomb since the Bare Knuckle was a stout. We were out for a while and then Mel had enough for the night and that ended the drinking.
Day 2, Mel felt that she wussed out and was a lightweight so we attack the day with renewed vigor. Early breakfast was Waffle House then we went to the fields where Mel had to work with some of the team. They weren't there so we messed around with the lite-flite. Awesome machine. Neither me nor Mel had an easy time hitting the curve. Damn it moves. Anyway then we did the golf thing. I lost! To Mel! Damn! 51-49 though we both had 5 beers. Moved from there onto a bar called Bonkers and it was fun. Much more bikerish than i expected but it was good. Yuengling in a bottle and white russians. Another 5 more drinks there. Then we went back to mel's and drank playing Dr. Mario. Another there. Then we headed over to dinner and drank some more there. That was good pizza (it had shrimp) then we went to another bar and drank some more. Finally, Mel's mom and Rich showed up and drank with us, including watching Mel quit again. We got driven back where Mel passed out and i stayed up to talk to Mel's mom for like another hour.
Final count: 23 drinks for Jim, 21 for Mel.
Here's to Savannah!
Set a new record for drunken foolishness on saturday. And man was it great. I have not had a chance to get totally messed up that bad in a while. So i took that chance by keeping a drink on hand for most of the day.
Started with driving down to Beaufort on friday afternoon. First thing i did was to meet Mel at her highschool where she was coaching a softball game. Odd sport, i watched a batter get walked, and run directly to 2nd. I watched the corner infielders play halfway to the plate with 2 outs. And i watched a team play in shorts. Odd sport. Anyway, i digress. Still fun to watch. Well anyway, after the game was over me and Mel hit the first bar, more or less a hole in the wall, but homely place. Had an outstanding 'Bare Knuckle Brew' and then some Red Hook. Then we migrated to another bar, and continued to drink some more. Only did a single shot the whole night and it was a modified car bomb since the Bare Knuckle was a stout. We were out for a while and then Mel had enough for the night and that ended the drinking.
Day 2, Mel felt that she wussed out and was a lightweight so we attack the day with renewed vigor. Early breakfast was Waffle House then we went to the fields where Mel had to work with some of the team. They weren't there so we messed around with the lite-flite. Awesome machine. Neither me nor Mel had an easy time hitting the curve. Damn it moves. Anyway then we did the golf thing. I lost! To Mel! Damn! 51-49 though we both had 5 beers. Moved from there onto a bar called Bonkers and it was fun. Much more bikerish than i expected but it was good. Yuengling in a bottle and white russians. Another 5 more drinks there. Then we went back to mel's and drank playing Dr. Mario. Another there. Then we headed over to dinner and drank some more there. That was good pizza (it had shrimp) then we went to another bar and drank some more. Finally, Mel's mom and Rich showed up and drank with us, including watching Mel quit again. We got driven back where Mel passed out and i stayed up to talk to Mel's mom for like another hour.
Final count: 23 drinks for Jim, 21 for Mel.
Here's to Savannah!
posted by Maddawg at 3/15/2006 06:08:00 PM
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