These Are the Days

Class was canceled today so I have a couple extra minutes to talk about my Sunday. I’ll be honest, Sunday was fucking rough. No I wasn’t all bent over the Packer loss like the rest of the city. My problem was a hangover. I know, I know, everyone gets the occasional hangover. This was not one of those everyday hangovers, it was the hangover that makes you rethink ever drinking again. The kind that makes you pray to God for a 2^nd train to hit you & end the misery

The night started late for me as I was the man assigned to close the local grocery store. I met up with Cole & we headed out to the Pit Stop just outside of Kaukauna for Laura’s 21^st. We got there & started hitting it right away.

To be honest, neither one of us was really messed up in the 1^st hour & a half. I was straight enough to help J outside for his fountain display (After which he was assaulted by Chris.). He recovered & was soon dumping pitchers of beer all over people, pool tables, & just about everything in sight. With Chris throwing cups of beer at Jaren, it was a fucking mess. By the end of the night, the floor looked like a slushy winter street. Thank God for hick bars because their asses would have been kicked in DePere.

Outside of a few parties at my house this summer, I haven’t it the bottle hard at all lately. After class I’ll come home & have a couple longnecks & read the paper or do homework but nothing that is going to build endurance. It showed Saturday night. Beer is something I can hit all night long with little effect, I love it. I love beer. Beer, beer, beer. Here it goes down, down into my belly... all night long. It is the freaking shots that kill me. After killing a lot of beer, the guys started offering shots… & who am I to say no (Thanks to Cole, Tim & whoever else bought them, much appreciated.). I was still feeling great as things started to wind up for the night.). Sure I was drunk & work was at 9, but I would recover, I thought. We had an awesome time, met some new people, & as usual, laughed our asses off.

Our ride pulled into the lot & soon late add-ons Jaren &Tim, along with Cole piled into my ride & we took off (I think Chris was the original driver for those 2 but he ended up in bed with Janet….hmmmm….). We dropped off Tim & J at the Boogaard house & took off for DP (Apparently those 2 ended up breaking a lot of shit at J’s after that. I’ll let J update that.). I was hella hammered but still felt great. Cole got dropped off next as I was last on the list to get dropped off.

Things get hazy after this for me. I remember started to feel really sick in the last 5 minutes to my house. Riding in cars is not good for me normally unless I am driving, riding drunk is a really bad idea. Upon arriving at my house, stumbled a few yards short of my back patio & collapsed. This is where I started to boot. Somewhere in there my dogs came out to join me. I love my pooches but they brought no relief.

Well I ended up just passing out right where I fell. The problem was that is was about 40 degrees, pouring rain, & I, by this time, was only a few hours away from my 9 o’clock shift. When my parents left early in the a.m. to work at the Packer game I was helped onto our back swing & a blanket was thrown on me. That really didn’t help much as I was really sleeping well in the lawn & it was till pouring. You would think surviving a night in the freezing cold rain would make your parents proud. It didn’t at all. Never at any point in my life have I shivered that much in my life. I can’t believe I didn’t shatter teeth. It wouldn’t surprise me at all if I had hypothermia. At about 8 I was helped up to my room & I faced with the task of getting ready for work.

This was not easy. I rolled into my room & 1^st things 1^st, fell into my 3 foot mirror & destroyed it. Then I began to peel off my drenched clothes. My brand new Lucky’s & white top were covered in grass stains & filth. My stomach, still, unsettled, found itself inside a basket of dirty clothes in my room. Yea, I know I am not painting a pretty pic here.

Eventually I worked some Pig garb on, worked my way out to my car. You would need a map to follow the trail I took out to my rig. A 10 yard journey turned into an endurance marathon. Eventually I jacked myself into the passenger seat & hung on for the ride. We raced our way to work & as we hit Haas road, I found myself booting out the passenger side door at 50 mph. My parents are going to be so proud of me after reading this, seriously. After parking, my ride ran in for work while I fell asleep. Andy said I could show up at 10 if I needed, I took him up on the offer reclining my seat & counting sheep.

After the quick nap, I made my way into work a full 5 minuets early. :round of applause: Pretty much everyone I talked to was horrified at my appearance. Let me set the scene for you. Everyone knows I am normally at my best whenever I hit work, everything is in place. The contrast Sunday was spectacular. My hair was jelled, over the previous nights. The bags under my eyes starched just below my nose & my face was covered in red dots (I am still unsure what that was about.). I was my clothes were in good shape but I was obviously hurting. Every step was deliberate & careful; I could ill afford to take a tumble. After making it back to the meat dept., Andy’s exact quote was, “Holy shit.” I would now be operating machinery.

Wrapping meat is an awesome job. I love it. You chill, serve up a few marinated chicken breast & fill the case. It sucks hung-over. I concentrated so intently on that fucking wrapping machine I thought my head was going to explode. I was actually super efficient there. It was putting the packages in the case that fucked me up. The contrast between the neon case lights & store light played with me bad, really bad. I took a couple mini breaks here & there staring into boxes & breathing deeply.

It was only a couple hours until the Packer game started & the store was dead. I could now get everything done & did quickly, feeling like I was dragged behind a pickup the whole time. Cole came in at 2:30 & his exact quote was, “Holy shit dude!” I gave him the run down & asked for permission to head for the door. He approved & I hit the clock. It was 4 hours early but I somehow packed all that work into the 4 & a half hours I had been there. I jumped in my car, made it home & slept for the rest of the day. About 10 I finally found my antidote, McDonald’s. You have no idea what a Supersized fry & a 10 piece Chicken McNugget can do for you. One word, delicious!

Anyway…What a day, what a day… Can’t wait for next weekend.

Randy Travis is Wednesday, I'll have something on that....until then...smile.

Posted by D. Schwa on Tuesday, September 27, 2005 at 1:20 AM | Permalink