Thursday, May 07, 2009

Don't drink and drive

Liquor may lend to forgetfulness, stupidity, and scary partial memories. Case in point:

Wendy and I were out drinking late on a night when we were about 19/20 years old. She decided to drive us home because we had to be at work the next morning. At some point along the deserted highway, I started to feel ill, so she pulled over.

I got out and lost my last keg stand-worth of beer in the gravel while she got out of the drivers seat, fell because she couldn't walk so well, and crawled around the car to where I was. I finished my puking just when she announced that she was too drunk and couldn't see to drive anymore.

So I told her I was ok now and I could finish the trip home. But I couldn't walk so good either, so I crawled around to the drivers seat and pulled myself onto the chair behind the wheel. Great. I was ready to go.

I guess we eventually made it home, because that's where we woke up the next morning- bright and early and ready to serve customers. It's scary to think of how much we risked by driving that drunk.

3 comments:

Philly said...

I try not to think about those days. I wonder sometimes how I got home.
Thanks for reminding me!!

#1

Anonymous said...

Well, you had to drive. You were clearly too drunk to walk.

The Ambiguous Blob said...

Philly, I'm all about providing useful reminders and leading by example :)

gully, Driving is so much easier- no wobbly falling over moments.