Rave: St. Louis

[tlombard]

Jim, I think we would get along just great. I need to pay more attention the next time you are in town. I am the same way. Have cash, must spend.

The previous Saturday I woke up on the couch with over $100 in cash scattered everywhere ($50 or so was in ones because I was too lazy to count them out when I bought more and just kept breaking twenties) and two full unopened bottles of beer on the table. When my friend passed out at the bar we had just bought a bucket so after I woke him up and told him a cab was on the way, he insisted that they not go to waste. He wanted me to take all 5 that were left but I was able to convince him that two were enough. There was a cop at the door and I didn't want to push it.

I also have a habit of just spreading everything out all over the place after I walk in the door. I think I might actually just empty my pockets and start throwing stuff. Otherwise there is no explanation for how stuff ends up where it does.

[jim]

Ha - yeah I have the same problem with the scattering thing. I'm not in the room 10 minutes and it's a complete disaster, because ... well because I'm drinking with my friends and when I drink with my friends I completely lose my mind and the [expletive] just fllies. I mean the MINUTE I walked into that hotel room I started digging through my book bag stuffed full of clothes just throwing [expletive] all over the room looking for my car keys because it has the bottle opener on it only to realize that the damn car keys are in my glove compartment in my car in freaking Bloomington, IL.

As far as the money thing ... money is so easily converted to fun that it's just impossible to resist the temptation to not make that conversion when it's in my pocket.

Sneaking beer out ... I remember leaving Bebe's (?) at 3am and walking over to Biele St. as it was closing and we bought 24oz PBR's. They gave us cups because they didn't want to take the cans out, but getting out double fisted with two 12oz cups was no problem at all.

[AWvsCBsteeeerike3]

What a [expletive] hole. I hate people like that.

Wait....what happened to the story that was just up?

[tlombard]

What a [expletive] hole. I hate people like that.

Wait....what happened to the story that was just up?

It was really, really long and this wasn't the place for it so I thought better and deleted it. It may have to make a comeback in the Rants/Raves along with some of the other mess that was the last 10 days or so. This is supposed to be a rave about good times in St. Louis and not me whining about wanting to punch someone.

[AWvsCBsteeeerike3]

What a [expletive] hole. I hate people like that.

Wait....what happened to the story that was just up?

It was really, really long and this wasn't the place for it so I thought better and deleted it. It may have to make a comeback in the Rants/Raves along with some of the other mess that was the last 10 days or so. This is supposed to be a rave about good times in St. Louis and not me whining about wanting to punch someone.

Boo..... I love random stories. I think we need a random drunk stories thread.

[Maclowery]

There would certainly be several awesome contributors.

[tlombard]

Well, not drunken fun (I do have some of those though) but I re-posted my earlier story that I deleted in another thread along with another situation from last week that is even worse. Much worse.

[M1IRONMIKE]

drunk jim is a bad influence on me. . .oh how the tables have turned in 30 short years!

[jim]

Did drunk jim buy drunk mike the cinammon-y thing shots or did drunk mike buy those for drunk jim? I think it was the latter ... so who was a bad influence on who? And with that $12 beef sandwich you were grazing on for 30 minutes it should have soaked up a bunch of that alcohol. Man that thing smelled good but I knew if I ate that I would be in big trouble the next day. In fact I'm not sure it wasn't the sandwich that did you in, because I'm back. I feel fine today. I'll probably throw back a couple of Schafly's tonight watching the Heat/Celtics game.

[sighyoung]

We're privileged to eavesdrop on one of the great friendships of the ages. And I mean that sincerely.