Blackout: The Evidence
Apr23
Ah, the fun of piecing together what you did with who, the next morning.
Again, this is why I mostly stick to light beer nowadays.
If you’re wondering about the sign on the door behind Mick, and you’ve figured out what it says, you may be a bit confused. Here is where the joke comes from (that very sign hangs on our computer office door at home), as well as the joke “Never give a Gypsy calcium.”
Seriously Mick; just call her and say “the house could have been on fire last night and I wouldn’t have known. Did anything happen?”
MountainSquid, you think fast on your feet!
What’s worse is when you mix blackout drinking and traveling. I woke up in Madison, WI with no idea how I got there. I had to figure out what happened by looking at my credit card bill. Luckily, I didn’t drive there.
A long, long time ago, I started a night catching a ride with a friend to a goth club in Dallas. I woke up the next morning in Austin. Needless to say, I didn’t go to work that day.
There was a TFLN I read once (yeah, I know, vicarious fun) where some dude texted his friends wanting to know where everyone was. They were all still in Florida. He had somehow wound up in Spain.
Hehe
Me, I’m usually–okay was usually, back in the days of my relative youth–the soberish one who got to watch, smiling, as the passed-out guy next to me would finally wake up, look at me next to him on the bed, and..well yes that look of wide-eyed dread, disorientation, and bewilderment is priceless.
Never gets old.
Got. Never GOT old.