A Tale of Great Enibriation

[Fickle]

It was about 5:25PM EST all told by the time we left to see Incubus at the Wachovia Center. I'd never been there before, so we needed directions. Once I conquered the labyrithian directions by looking at the map and zooming in, I wrote down what I figured was important and left with my cousins, Ted and Jim.

We had an extra ticket because someone had bailed on us at roughly 4:58. So the entire time we (I) drove up to Philadelphia, we called various heads to see if they were down for a "free" concert (meaning you get them to come and then you make them buy you beer.) But by 6:30, we decided we were too close to Philly to get anyone to come, and since the show was starting at 7:00 anyway, we figured if anybody could come, they'd miss half the show before they got there.

We met the tailgaters soon after paying the $10.00(!!) parking charge. Many were drinking Mike's Hard Lemonade, which makes me ill just thinking about it half the time (the other half of the time it just makes me ill), but we had a few cans of Budweiser and we made good on conquering them as soon as we parked my silver bullet semi-slanted in the wrong parking section.

I hadn't really ate anything all day, so the beers hit me kind of harder than normal. I was fairly lit when we went inside to find the bathrooms and the arena (at the time the bathrooms were more important). We found a beermaid who was selling $7 Budweisers. (!!!!) They were the cheepest drinks there unless you were drinking shitty cocktails like seirra mist and rum from one of the bars. But the beermaid was a sly one. When we paid for the $21.00, she told us she'd give us free refills if we came around when the security dudes weren't around. It was about this time that Josh decided to propose to her.

We wandered back to our seats and tried to watch the opening band, God knows why. The opening band was supposed to have been The Vines. It was Sparta instead. Oh good. We went out for cigarettes.

As I stood watching the crowd enter I realized that we were probably some of the oldest heads there. 16 year old girls roamed the parking lot, sipping beer, and most of them were sporting chests that I never saw when I was 16. That's for damn sure. I was watching a couple of asses roam by when I spotted an old friend. He was smashed and stumbled over for a greeting. We shared a bit of the old days, all that happy horse-shit, and we both went inside.

I got another beer. These weren't can beers, these were'nt bottles. These were like fucking pint cups. Hence, after "purchasing" my second beer from the beer wench and tipping her $5.00, thing get hazy.

I remember the show semi-well, interrupted only by trips through the fog to the bathrooms to pee in a sink (I actually did do this) when I thought no one was looking. The fourth or fifth trip was the time I walked in on Jim nailing some 17 year old in an open stall. It was disturbing, even though she smiled when she saw me, Christ knows why. I didn't know her from anywhere. I kept thinking, "what if someone else had walked in?" then the image of that particular scene made me nauseus enough to stop thinking about it.

I remember thinking the light show was awesome, but I needed mushrooms to really see them the way they were meant to be seen.

I remember enjoying heavily Incubus, and still being extremely buzzed when Jim and Sid began to argue in my car over the directions to get us home. Argue isn't really a good word. Screaming is one that comes to mind, or possibly just throat-tearing. After finding our way to the Walt Whitman, They were still arguing, although the subject had been moved from directions to respect. Then it was Jim telling me to pull over and drop him off. On the bridge. He went so far as to open the door when he realised that it was pretty dangerous on the other side of the sheet metal.
About the time we got off the bridge is when they refused to talk to each other or me, and I was about to end up in Camden.

"Someone tell me where to go or I'm taking the Camden Exit and just follow the burned-out buildings until we hit the slum. Being we're all drunk and very white, I figure we have ten minutes to live."

All of a sudden they spoke up and helped me find our way. When we were fifteen minutes away from the house, I hit a cat. With my car. Granted, I've never hit an animal with my car and actually ran it over. I've bumped things, I've scared things, I even swerved around a landing pelican only for it to be ripped apart from the guy behind me. But I've never actually double-thumped any type of animal. I felt horrible. Like puking. Me. The hard ass punk fuck who loves to grate your skin. I killed an animal by accident and suddenly I'm goddamn Jane Fonda with the Animal Rights Force. Granted, it jumped out from between two trees and even sober it would have lived just as long, it's life cut short by the bumper of my Hyundai, but I still felt terrible.

So I went home and had a few hamburgers, and fell asleep.
That was my Tuesday night. How was yours?

[squakMix]

Please format....
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Sounds disturbingly satisfying.

Jesus, tuesday? No work? It's monday where I live now, so I cant tell you yet how my tuesday went... It's summer, and I'm out of school. I woke up at 2:30 in the afternoon today.

[ShyShy]

@Fickle: Very lame compared to yours.

[deeder7001]

i haven't driven a car in a couple of weeks. i haven't driven my car in about 3 months. i hit a dead dog once on the freeway.

[sgtfuzzbubble011]

Damn, dude. Glad to know you're still alive.

Sorry to hear about the kitty, though. But don't dwell on it. It's not your fault.

[Fickle]

Originally posted by squakMix
Please format....
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Sounds disturbingly satisfying.

Jesus, tuesday? No work? It's monday where I live now, so I cant tell you yet how my tuesday went... It's summer, and I'm out of school. I woke up at 2:30 in the afternoon today.

Format what?
[edit: you're right, I should reformat.]

Yes, I had to work at 10 am the next morning. Yee-fucking haw, what a day that was.

[squakMix]

I meant format the text. it's just a huge block... Indent, Add breaks, etc.

...and I see you went back and did... no problem here then.

[DragonSon]

I've hit a rabbit before. Stupid fucker ran right out in front of me. Just nature's way of weeding out the weak and stupid I guess.

[Widdykats]

[lostonline]

No sympathy for you, only the cat. You shouldn't have been drinking and driving!

[Boricuaso]

Originally posted by lostonline
No sympathy for you, only the cat. You shouldn't have been drinking and driving!

i second that,this time was a cat, next time could be a child,some kids mother or father, some ones sister or brother, or your self.


dont drink and drive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.

[protegechris]

Or it could have been that 17 year old pimpin herself on the side of the road, god forbid xD

[Germ]

Originally posted by Boricuaso
i second that,this time was a cat, next time could be a child,some kids mother or father, some ones sister or brother, or your self.


dont drink and drive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.

Sometimes animals just run right out in front of you before you can even see them. No need to be a dickhead about it. Once you start driving you may understand one day, sonnies.

[ryan]

"Someone tell me where to go or I'm taking the Camden Exit and just follow the burned-out buildings until we hit the slum. Being we're all drunk and very white, I figure we have ten minutes to live."

LOL!

[lostonline]

Originally posted by Germ
Sometimes animals just run right out in front of you before you can even see them. No need to be a dickhead about it. Once you start driving you may understand one day, sonnies.

Yeah sometimes they do and I've run over a rabbit before, but that doesn't mean that drinking and driving is fine

[Germ]

Uh didn't say otherwise, home fry.

[Boricuaso]

Originally posted by Germ
Sometimes animals just run right out in front of you before you can even see them. No need to be a dickhead about it. Once you start driving you may understand one day, sonnies.

your right animals do run in front of peoples car, i didnt say this this

Originally posted by Boricuaso
i second that,this time was a cat, next time could be a child,some kids mother or father, some ones sister or brother, or your self.


dont drink and drive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.

to be a dick head, but that quote is a 100% true. when you drive drunk, key word is "drive drunk".


im 28 years old, i have been driving since i was the legal age to get a permit, i have not onece in my life driven drunk, i have never killed one thing wile driving "i guess im lucky". i drive fast at the track 1/4 mile, that were i have my fun ,if i drink my wife drives me home or a friend thats what designated driver is for,i would'nt want to hit any body on the road, cuz im too Enibriated to drive.

no one should drive drunk.
sonnies.

[ElChevelle]

If you can't handle your alcohol, don't drink.

[eleet-2k2]

Well at least he's not a spilly beer drinker....and he's alive. Still though, DONT drink and drive. It's not cool. :/

I've almost run over a dead skunk, and a bird that few at my car just as I was passing it. The bird almost ended up trapped in (on?) my grill. Stupid animals. :/

[MonKeyRum]

reminds me of this song

http://www.sifl-n-olly.com/merch/media/wasted.mov

[protegechris]

Don't drink and drive, you might spill your drink.

, I couldn't resist.

[MonKeyRum]

I had to drive, I was to drunk to walk!!!

[CaboWaboAddict]

People actually drive sober??? Man that's a scary thought!

[aFfLiCtEd]

it's life cut short by the bumper of my Hyundai, but I still felt terrible.

So what did you feel most terrible about?

a) for accidentally running over a cat;

b) for not notifying the pet owner of his pets demise;

c) for driving a Hyundai under the influence;

d) or just the mere fact that you were actually driving a Hyundai?

[Fickle]

To all you guys who are trying to make me out to be a huge drunken driver and whatnot, yeah, you're right. I shouldn't have been driving. I wasn't all that drunk, I had been sobering up for roughly an hour or two by the time we ran the cat down, and as I said, even sober, I wouldn't have had fast enough reflexes to avoid it.
I think it's funny that so many of you were completely willing to hang me because I was driving half aware. Try driving home at 3:30am and you'll fuck up just as hard as a guy who got pretty drunk, waited for two hours, got into a screaming match, and drove for an hour.
And I HATE driving drunk. It's nothing I am ever pleased about. You make it sound like I was still sipping 151 while driving home.
If you're looking to be my fucking mother, don't bother. I have one already and she's bad enough. If you're looking to act like my father, I have enough of them already, I don't need any more.
I don't give a fuck if you're over 21 or not, it is not your place to chastise me for something I already know was wrong and fucked up.

[aFfLiCtEd]

Me. The hard ass punk fuck who loves to grate your skin.

Hey, if you can dish it out ....



You gotta be able to take it too!

[Fickle]

That's why I gave it back.

[aFfLiCtEd]

Right On!

[DragonSon]

I'm a risk on the road everynight when I get home from work. When you work 9-12 hours a night doing manual labor in a warehouse and you get just about 6 or 7 hours a sleep at night, it takes it's toll. So I know where Fickle's coming from. Not that I care either way, but you all put yourself in his situation.