imonfire

never ever ever drink the lion's share of a thirty pack of busch light then have to drive your friend to the airport at six thirty in the fucking morning. i hate dfw airport enough as it is but when you have not had the chance to sober up even a little bit and it is that early bad things are on the menu. i got wicked sick in front of the terminal my friend's plane was coming into and this valet guy just sat and stared at me for a good five minutes. which of course freaked me out pretty badly. so i haul ass out of there and and make it to the toll booth where the toll lady asked me if i was all right and i said "Shit yeah!" and almost hit the thing that lowers up and down. and i still had to make it home from the airport. i am driving down interstate thirty and billy joel's "piano man" comes on the radio. well i just start laughing so fucking hard that i got sick again on the side of I-30 during morning traffic. and apparently i found a sandwich from monday morning in a ziploc bag and three beers in my car when i finally made it back to my apartment. and if all that was not enough, i really pissed off the couple that lives below me by sitting in the pop-a-son (spelling?) on their front porch with sandwich and beer at seven forty-five in the morning yelling at the top of my lungs the extent of my drunken stupor. atleast my friend caught his plane. but i am sure as hell not picking his ass up. or at least i will be somewhat sober. fucking airports.