These Are the Days

Last Thursday my main man Rory picked me up to go out in Green Bay. We went out with a few people I used to work with for $3 pitchers, a dangerous proposition when you have a designated driver. A few hours later & a ton of beer later, we are pretty plowed & head to my hometown of DePere. If you didn’t know, I love DePere. I love everything about DePere, it is pretty much the perfect place to live. The bars are a ton of fun also. It was a slow Thursday (School’s out at the SNC.) so we chilled, had a couple, & called it a night at bar close. This is where my adventure began.

Instead of making Rory drive back through DePere, I volunteered to walk home. I live on the eats side of town, DePere, while I was all the way on the west side of town, West DePere. Walk includes a bridge, a huge construction zone, & about 2 miles of road in-between the bar & my house, a decent walk sober, a marathon hammered. I compounded the problem wearing a pair a Doc Martens. They may look great, they weigh a ton though.

I created a map below as to allow you to visualize the journey.

I started off down Main Street to the Bridge. It was pretty straight forward & I made it without a hitch. As I hit the bridge it started to hit me just how much I had drank that night. it was one of those moments where I even knew how much I had drank. I grabbed the rail of the bridge for support & trudged on. About 1/3 of the way across the bridge I decided it was taking too long. I looked around, no cars, so I started sprinting as fats as I could. When I would see a car, I would stop, then start again once they passed. I am still unsure how I didn’t take a spill.

It’s funny the things you find entertaining in the drunken state. As I crossed the bridge, I would stop intermittently to spit off the bridge. The highlight was hearing it hit the water below. I would take off running & do it again, & again, & again.

Well finally I reached the foot of the bridge where I had a huge decision. If I went straight ahead, I would have to endure a huge construction zone (They are replacing our main street.), if I hung a right I would have to walk by the DPPD. I am an adventurous, rugged outdoorsman (I know that’s exactly what comes to mind when you think of me.)

They just started pouring concrete so there is a nice strip a concrete down the center of the road way, everything else is torn the hell up. I ran to the middle of the road & started rolling.

After about a block I was missing the rail on the bridge that saved me from falling over. I soon solved the problem. I ripped 2 huge surveying sticks out of the ground & used them as walking sticks. After dodging numerous obstacles (Construction sites are dangerous.), I made the turn onto Huron Street. My casa was now a mere 3 blocks away.

One nice thing about a closed road, you run little risk of running into a police officer. I was keenly aware of this as I turned onto my open road. I quickly devised a plan to avoid detection. I decided to walk in the shadows & when I would come to a lit area, I would just run my ass off. I began walking, as soon as I hit a lit area, I ran like Speed Racer. It was amusing for the fact I was still carrying these huge sticks. I just tucked them under my pits like a down hill skier & flew. It was something straight out of the winter Olympics.

Soon I was home & passed out, what a night.

Next up is a blog on marriage I devised while at a wedding this weekend, eagerly anticipate it. Until then, drive fast & take chances….

Currently Playing…
Cars Soundtrack
By Rascal Flatts
“Life Is A Highway”

Posted by D. Schwa on Thursday, July 13, 2006 at 3:19 AM | Permalink