minnesmoker
Well-Known Member
Last night, I took my nightly meds (100 mg of diphenhydramine, 2 mg Xanax, 2 bowls, and a special double ale treat last night.) Then, as I was getting ready for bed, I get a call (11:00 PM.) The neighbor, "You wanna take me and my friend out to the bar?" I said, I can't... I'm stoned, half drunk, and pilled sedated. She asks if the boss lady will drive, I asked, she did. Wanted a beer at the bar, but they had honey jack... Yummy. I had a double neat, with a glass of coke, on the side. Then we went outside to the patio, where I had an experience much like those envisioned in Fear and Loathing. Bartender thought I was cool, or some shit. I bought another double on the patio -- that was good for me, I sipped it for a bit, then bam... Last call... bar closes, bartender pours me a double, on the house. Told him "I think you just made an enemy, but, I'll be your friend till she kills ya'." The boss lady kinda' laughs, and says "go ahead." That's right about where I stopped remembering, until I woke up at noon, today. I guess I was a pretty well behaved psycho drunk last night, though.