So, I had a little adventure on Monday night.
Went out with a bunch of folks from work for a birthday party. Before my ride picked me up, I had already downed two 40s of Ryan's boyfriend, PBR. At the bowling alley bar, I had....some number of gin and tonics. Got very happy and huggy, alternating between squeezing folks and buying them drinks. Proceeded to Chopsticks for some karaoke action, where I had more beer and some Red Bull n' vodka.
Felt myself turning surly and frustrated. Angry at myself, not anyone I was with, so I decided to walk home. Now, Chopsticks is a fair bit from my pad, and it was already 2:30 in the morning. I must have taken one hell of a wrong turn at some point, because I found myself in a giant park in Sellwood at 4:30. Decided to take a breather and crawled under a tree to sleep for a while. Woke up around 6:30 and stumbled my way back home. Now, for those of you not familiar with the area, I plugged my route into Mapquest (as best I can reconstruct it), and it looks like I walked approximately 12 miles. My shoelaces were slit (hell if I know), have a few gashes on my arm, and a fractured knuckle from punching a telephone pole.
Moral of the story? Fuck if I know. How about, "Kyle can walk goddamn far in the middle of the night when he's drunk?" Or maybe "Don't fight telephone poles, because they will win."
Went out with a bunch of folks from work for a birthday party. Before my ride picked me up, I had already downed two 40s of Ryan's boyfriend, PBR. At the bowling alley bar, I had....some number of gin and tonics. Got very happy and huggy, alternating between squeezing folks and buying them drinks. Proceeded to Chopsticks for some karaoke action, where I had more beer and some Red Bull n' vodka.
Felt myself turning surly and frustrated. Angry at myself, not anyone I was with, so I decided to walk home. Now, Chopsticks is a fair bit from my pad, and it was already 2:30 in the morning. I must have taken one hell of a wrong turn at some point, because I found myself in a giant park in Sellwood at 4:30. Decided to take a breather and crawled under a tree to sleep for a while. Woke up around 6:30 and stumbled my way back home. Now, for those of you not familiar with the area, I plugged my route into Mapquest (as best I can reconstruct it), and it looks like I walked approximately 12 miles. My shoelaces were slit (hell if I know), have a few gashes on my arm, and a fractured knuckle from punching a telephone pole.
Moral of the story? Fuck if I know. How about, "Kyle can walk goddamn far in the middle of the night when he's drunk?" Or maybe "Don't fight telephone poles, because they will win."
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dogeye:
you a fool, and i am glad you didn't drag me along for that one 
brokenbeatnik:
Hey, good luck to your people down home man. . . Katrina sounds pretty scary.