I'm back from a 4 day weekend that was probably no different from everyone else's. We basked in the great weather, I fished all four days, we ate a lot of hamburgers and hotdogs, and my wife got shitfaced drunk.
Slipped that one in on ya didn't I.
Yes, my lovely wife cannot handle her alcohol. It is a known fact amongst our close acquaintances, and now the entire Gomer's clientele. There was an impromptu BBQ/Party on Sunday night in our screen porch. At 5PM, John and Lynn brought some friends over that I did not even know, and it was all down hill from there. By 10PM, everyone was belting out choruses of "Sweet Caroline" and other god-awful tunes, much to the annoyance of our elderly neighbor. Copious amounts of UV Blue vodka and wine were consumed...apparently most of it by Jodi...and we all had a grand time with great food. By 10:30 Jodi had passed out; falling directly into my claypot smoker in the process. The vessel reacted just as you would expect clay to do...it shattered into hundreds of pieces. In her defense, everyone was drunk. I was so drunk I did not even know it happened (or I was being cleverly shielded). In any case, while it was way too much alcohol for everyone, it was nice to finally see my hectic wife relax and cut loose for a change.
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I believe there are times when it is necessary to get really really drunk. This should only occur on occassion and never when one must operate heavy machinery or drive an automobile. Unfortunately, as much fun as it is, there is always aftermath-- that incredible hangover &/or a smashed clay cooker. I hope Jodi is fairing well.
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