Some Friday May 11th memories

I am back. I just wanted to share a memory or two with y'all today. We have a day off from the Outlaws tonight for another function closer to home. I am pleased. I will be more pleased if there is my favorite brain lubricants available, but I guess I will find that out around seven tonight. It should be fun in any event.

Anyway, the first memory goes back to 1979. It was on this day and date that I was allergy tested. That is correct, I subjected myself to many a needle prick and a scratch test. The scratch test was easy. They take a set of razors and basically draw a tic-tac-toe board with them on my back. Then various antigens are dropped on the intersecting cuts and they see what I react to. I could handle that. It was the dam needles that drove me made. By the fifth injection, I was told to stop tensing up. To which I replied, "Let me stick you with the needle multiple times and we will see if you do not tense up!" Damn, I was a mouth 14 year old. Do I have that to look forward to in the future?

The second memory is funnier. It was also on this day and date back in 1984. A good friend of mine had finally finished exams and this was to be our celebration. I picked her up and we stopped at a local public school for a little "bar in the car". Now, I am not proud of my drinking and driving, and I must say that thankfully I never crashed or hit anybody or anything, but I am not condoning the practice now. It is just how it was.

Anyway, the beverage of choice was Southern Comfort. I am not sure why. I do not know of anybody who has not had a puking experience from drinking that shit. I have not touched that crap since 1984, when I had my incident, though I was using full pukage as a goal (I think I wrote about just that attitude a week ago). We finished off the 12 ouncer and we were headed down to bar. I am driving down and for some reason went by the library of our university. I was then told to pull over. My friend was starting to yak. At least she had the good sense to open the door and do it on the road.

At that point, I asked if she was okay or wanted to go home. I was told to head for home. Again, I am not sure what I was thinking, I took a twisty way home. The next thing I know we are in the parking lot of Casa Loma. I am asking if she is okay (besides I have no kleenex in the car, I am male and would wipe my nose on my sleeve or an old t-shirt floating in the car. I ask if she is okay and I get a gutteral "NO!", a big belch and the arching of the back as she continues to hurl out the open car door on the parking lot.

I get her home without incident. She tries to sober up a bit in the car but then upchucks again on her driveway. She goes in, I go home. I was quite sober by then but it was not even eleven. The best part is that I got a cassette stuck in my cassette player and could not remove the thing. I called the next morning, early afternoon really, to see if she was okay. She was, though her mother could be seen the next morning hosing the puke off the driveway. Her mother gave her some sound advice to "It is not nice to brech in front of the boys". How is that for some Old Country (World) wisdom?

Have a nifty weekend, one and all. Ciao!