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You, Me & the Bottle make Three

So, this last Saturday night comes up and I feel like doing a
“boys night out” since we haven’t done one in… well, FUCK, I can’t
remember the last time. Anyways, I put the all the regular calls into
the people that - A. are Single, B. Live close enough, and
C. Can actually go out starting at 9 or 10pm
(instead of going to bed at that time).

Unfortunately, that list has become rather short in my old age.
Spork – out. Philly – out. Beat Dave – out. Neighbors – out.
I sit in my living room scratching my head going “Shite, I might be
in alone tonight”.

Then I go through the list of bastards, excommunicated friends
& losers that NEVER go out.One such person is Chazz which I had all
but given up for dead, not talking to him since last June for his
Birthday. I throw him a text out of the sheer curiosity of his response.
Sure as shit, I get a text back – He’s DOWN!!! So I tell him to be at
my place at 9pm. We have a tall Captain (Arrrrgh!!!) at my pad,
talk about the last 9 months and head over to my local watering hole –
The Bluefoot (or as I call it the Clubfoot). I really love that
place though. Good, strong drinks that are not hard on the wallet.

As I partake in some cocktails, Chazz decides to GO BIG his first
night out in a long time – 4-5 Bass Ales along with 3 shots of Jaegar,
topped off with that first Captain at my house.

Needless to say we were both quite loose and lubricated well into
the evening. Even ran into my old neighbors Kurt & Kristen (the owners
of Frock You). Played some pool. Watched Chazz work the room with the
grace of a leopard (a drunk leopard, that is). By 1am I was ready to
roll my happy ass home, but he had other plans – beer goggles in full
effect. Sure there were some very NICE ladies in there but not this one,
considering the last thing she told him before we left was that she had
a Boyfriend.

We leave when the lights are on and they are telling us to get out.
We walk (well, I walk – stumbles) back to my place. I know there is NO WAY
he will be driving home that night. He sits on the couch and tells me
“the room is spinning”. I give him some water and he won’t drink it.
I say “You want to go to the bathroom or a bucket” as I was walking in
with the bucket he says “The bucket sounds like a good idea” and proceeds
to hurl for an hour, pass out, then roll into my bathroom to dry heave for
another hour. GOOD TIMES!!!!

The next morning – we both look like crap since I barely slept and
he looked like Death shit in his mouth.

I’m ready for another night out…