The gentle Nobel Savage tagged me with a fun and slightly disturbing meme. I am going to make this 5 things about booze and bars and me.
1. One of my favourite songs about drinken’ is Willie Nelson singing “I Gotta Get Drunk”. Not sure if he wrote it or not. Here are a few of the lyrics:
Gotta get drunk and I sure do dread it
Cause I know just what I’m gonna do
Start to spend my money
Calling everybody, honey
Wind up singin’ the blues
Spend my whole paycheck on some old wreck
Brother I can name you a few
But I gotta get drunk and I sure do dread it
Cause I know just what I’m gonna do
I gotta get drunk, I can’t stay sober
There’s a lot of good people in town
Who gotta hear me holler
See me spend my dollar
And I wouldn’t think of letting em down
There’s a lot of doctors that tell me
I’d better stop putting it down
But there’s more old drunks
Than there are old doctors
So I guess I’d better have another round. . .
2. The first time I got drunk, I was 18 and had just arrived at Uni. I had drunk a little prior to this, but not really. Never really liked it when it was around at family dinners. Had a few White Russians in High School, the ingredients siphoned off from David’s parents liquor cabinet and my High School graduation I had a few wine coolers, but I didn’t really get drunk.
This was autumn 1988. There was one boy that all the girls noticed because he had long blonde hair and wore Birkenstocks. He was attractive but we all called him Jesus because of the hair. We weren’t being complimentary. This will be important later.
My dorm at Southern Utah University had boys and girls wings and after curfew, you had to leave the areas for the opposite sex.
I was in my friend Darren and his roommate Jason’s room with another girl from my floor. Jason pulled out a bottle of cheap, white rum that wasn’t even good enough to be well booze. We started passing the bottle and I was knocking it back. Just thinking about it makes me want to hurl. We drank so quickly, one moment I was completely sober and the next I was off my tits. Then it was 11 pm. Curfew. We had to leave the room. Except I was not capable of movement. Darren and the girl from my dorm helped me down the hallway. Coming towards me, the longhaired blue-eyed boy who was also off his tits drunk was being helped down the hall by his friends. I took one look at him, giggled to myself and shouted, “Jesus!”
It took me years to live that down.
3. I don’t remember the first bar I went into for sure. I do remember my Dad taking my sisters and I into one when we were in Kingman. I remember him putting salt in his beer. I’m not sure why he did that. At Uni there were only two bars in Cedar City and they were both cowboy bars. We went a couple of times when I had my fake ID and later when I was 21, but for the most part we went to house parties.
I will always have a soft spot for The Midas Touch, which may be the worse pub ever. Stuart and his friends used to go there every Friday night. It is on Golden Square in Soho just down from the youth hostel and the beer is really cheap so it is always packed to the gills with back packers. Stu and I went to a few places on our first date but this was the pub where we had our first kiss. This is the pub where one Saturday afternoon I kicked his ass playing Monopoly and this is the pub where he introduced me to all of his friends within a week of meeting me- which is no small thing. So while it is really a terrible little pub, there is a part of me that will always love it.
4. The group of friends in Vegas that are like The Island of Misfit Toys have a really great New Years Eve party each year. They calculate the odds on who will be the first to vomit that year. Odds are calculated by past performance as well as other intangibles. The year I won, it was shortly after midnight and shots were suggested. Tequila. The stuff on its own stone cold sober sends me from zero to sick.
5. My poison? Red wine but I hate how it turns my teeth red. Beer- Guinness, ambers. A well-shaken dirty vodka martini is a thing of beauty. Scotch for dessert is an occasional indulgence.
I tag whomever would like to do this!
November 16th, 2007 at 5:28 pm
Ok so I’m totally embarassed to ask this but what is a “meme”? My assumption is that it’s some kind of list, etc about “ME”…am I right?