I had a bad Whiskey Thursday.
First of all, Wednesday night, I went to the Minnesota Twins game in Minneapolis. I went with a bunch of buddys. And of course, we were rockin' the booze the entire time. I snuck a bottle of Southern Comfort into the stadium. My friends and I chased the bottle down with Metrodome beer. Yuck. But by the 7th inning, we had everyone around us drinking from the bottle and getting pretty routy. After the game (which the Twins won, thank you) we went back to my buddies place to drink some more beers.
The night was flowing smoothly. Everything was fun. . . my friends wife even brought a hottie from her work for me to hit on. At about 1 AM (now Thursday), I ran out to my car and grabbed several little "traveler" size bottles of whiskey. I joined my friends again, and told them all we had to take shots, because it was Whiskey Thursday. They all looked at me like I was retarded, but I had a silent laugh to myself thinking of you all.
Anyway, I had to go to work this morning. Needless to say though, I couldn't drive last night. So I stayed at my buddy's place. Well, when I woke up this morning, I had a bastard headache. This is the headache that makes you want to quit drinking forever, you know?
So, I tried to call my new job (the damn box factory 🙄 ). But thier number wasn't listed in the phonebook or in directory assistance. So I didn't get a hold of them.
I finally went to work. . . .six hours late .
My bosses weren't too happy. But I'm so well liked there, that they couldn't really get mad. They wanted me to have a good excuse, but I didn't have one. I told them exsactly what happened: I got completely shitfaced, and couldn't make it to work. They just laughed, and told me to call in next time.
So, the bosses were happy. The only thing I had to worry about now were my parents. Of course my work had called home looking for me when I didn't show up. And my parents got the message.
They. . . were. . . PISSED! 😮
They were calling me a dumbass, asking me what the hell is wrong with me? Why did I drop out of school? Am I an alcoholic? Am I on drugs?
All of this shit was coming out of left field, and I was thinking "whoa, dude. How long have you guys had this on your minds?" It was like they were waiting for me to make a foul, so they could explode on me.
*sigh*
Anyway, that was my night, and my Whiskey Thursday. Thanks for listening, I had to get this crap off my chest.
Hey, let's have a drink.
To, you don't have a boring life, thats for sure ! 😂
Look at it this way, at least the Twins won.
So lets see....your friends there (live and in the flesh) think you're retarded, and your friends here (in cyberspace whom you've never even met or spoken to with a real voice) accept you as perfectly normal.
😂 😂
Don't worry To, my parents had that long talk about my drink and drug habits too, when I lived at home. Its so embarrasing but they're only worried about the direction your life is taking. I settled down with my going out when I met Mrs.MM and now I only get reeeeeally shitfaced at weekends.
What you need is a steady girlfriend my man, someone to tame the wild beast that you are. 😄