Today I am the one saying FML. I went out last night for St. Patty's Day, and instead of playing it safe on weeknights like I usually do, I went all out...
I started with pulls of "Skittle Vodka" at Caleb's and progressed to shots and a drink called a "Pissed Off Japanese Minnow Farmer." (I had two of these potent things.) I may have made it to bed by 2:00 am.
Needless to say, I'm hurtin' today. It reminds me of one time that Patrick, a friend of Caleb's, came to stay one weekend to party with Caleb and their high school friends. Patrick is pretty much the poster-boy for goodness. He never drank until he was 21, and is a strict rule-follower and all-around good person.
However, when he came to Caleb's that weekend, he got in a little late Friday night, and decided to play catch up. I woke up at 3:00 am to the sound of someone yelling in Caleb's apartment. It's Patrick, who has gone through most of a bottle of vodka and is now flailing about by himself in the kitchen. I woke up to him yelling, "Jim! Caleb! Andy! Help! I'm HURTIN'! I'm hurtin' bad..." This progressed to a loud crash and a resounding thud. I jumped out of bed, sure that Patrick was dying in some way - drowning in the sink, fallen on a knife, who knows...
When I finally get into the kitchen to help him, he is laying face down on the floor, still yelling, but obviously just fighting the urge to pass out. Now his cries started to dwindle: "I'm hurtin'... I'm hurtin'... Hurtin'... Hurtin'... Hurtin'... Hurt... Hurrrr...."
This was one of the funniest things I have ever seen. If you know Patrick, you know what I'm talking about. He was probably not so amused the next day, however, when the real hurtin' began.
So here's to one loooooooooong day today...
2 comments:
were the minnow farmers from welch ave? if so, love those things!
I certainly hope you weren't laying on Caleb's kitchen floor facedown Tuesday night! Though from what you drank you should have been...
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