My day Saturday started off with some wiffleball. After having a couple of brews and kicking the shit out of the other team I headed home for a little rest.My good buddy Tyler got married about two weeks ago in Hawaii and had his reception Saturday afternoon. I headed over there and had some brews, visited with Tyler, our buddy Shane and some others and even got lei'd. Twice. It was starting to be a very good evening.
The beer gardens are put on by a local committee here in town. They shoot for the day before the fourth of July every year, but some years they have to have it on the first or second, just so it falls on a weekend. The wedding reception I was at just happened to be right across the street from the beer gardens. The drunken gods were smiling upon me this day.
I wandered across the street and kept the good times going. Shortly thereafter I ran into Gus and we drank beer. And more beer. I also got to chat with a bunch of friends that I haven't seen in a long time.
Apparently I drank a little too much, as I don't remember about the last hour of the beer gardens or the stop by Taco Bell on the way home.
What I do remember is waking up on my couch at about 2.30 that night, not knowing where I was. I regained my composure, stumbled to bed, and passed the buck out.
If I said or did anything offensive to you while I was at the beer gardens, I'm sorry. Really.
2 comments:
Stumble across the street? I believe I gave you and TJ a ride and was treated too TJ hitting on the Taco Bell drive thru chick. "Did you want one pink taco or two sir?"
Classic response.
No, I stumbled across the street from the Wedding Reception to the Beer Gardens.
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