The Beer Traveller

Don’t know if it’s a good or bad thing that I didn’t bring my camera, but it would have helped to remember the night.  I had planned on crashing @ a campsite & therefore already had my buzz on from Crow Peak.  Went back to Andrews & got more of a buzz going; he than asked if I was interested in going out.  Well it was Friday night & I figured why not.

Upon entry into the 1st bar, a beautiful young lady handed me an extremely stiff drink (hence the hand-off).  In addition to barley & hops beverages, I’ve been know to hit the hard stuff once in a while, but this seemed a glass of liquor no mixer.  Things get a little fuzzy at this point.  I remember downing beers with a couple of guys, chatting with a few girls, but no names whatsoever.  The place started clearing out & everybody was heading to another bar or was it bars.

Next thing I remember we were at somebody’s house.  Apparently it was time to go skateboarding.  It was a mad dash to the longboards & than a rush to the top of a hill.  I could barely stand up at this point & these guys were longboarding down a steep local street.

The night ended @ another house (this is the 3rd) w/ my host getting his jiggy on in an open door bedroom; apparently we would not be heading back to his house to crash.  I crashed on the couch only to be awaken by someone saying “that’s fucked-up”…that’s fucked-up, that’s fucked-up.  Apparently this was a long term house guest & that was his couch.  Whatever dude, have your frickin couch.  I moved over to the chair where my 5′6″ limp frame was perfectly content.

Next morning I had to get going, which meant waking the nasty doer for a ride home.  He was totally cool about considering it was only about 6AM.  He borrowed some truck in the driveway & dropped me off.  It was now time to spent an entire day driving hung-over.