405PM Monday
From Al Can't Hang
Nice start. Bonus points for bringing Lewey up.
It's tough to say whether I can top that one.
I can offer up two stories. I'm not sure which will qualify. One is entertaining, one is of the 'cringe' variety of your story.
The Cringe Story involved me and my mother. Me and the missus planned two receptions following the wedding. One calm, traditional, family style reception. Appetizers, nice dinner, etc. But the second one was designed to be a hardcore, rock 'n roll, booze-fest of a reception.
For those keeping score, this is the First Bash at the Boathouse. Quick background on my parents. Church threes times a week. Don't drink. Don't smoke. Rock 'n Roll is a tool of "The Debil". About an hour into the reception, yours truly is feeling no pain, the band is playing loud and proud, and my parents have pretty much seen enough.
So what does a good drunk son do? I grabbed my mother's hand and dragger her up on stage. In front of 400 drunkards, with bowel-shaking sounds coming from the band, I decide to dance it up with her and introduce her to the crowd. Never in my entire life I have ever seen her incredibly uncomfortable in a situation. I have spent the last 4 years apologizing for that.
The entertaining story is short but sweet. One of my best men Brad (yes, I had two), has worked many fine benders with me through the years, and the wedding reception was no different. I don't know when he went 'around the bend', but in the middle of the party, someone let's me know that Brad has lost the ability to sit on a barstool unattended (and thanks to his future wife, he never actually fell). After he was hosed down with an old-fashioned water pressure fire extinguisher by the band, he was shipped off the hotel shuttle and his night was over.
The entertaining part was the story the next morning. Apparently he completely passed out once he landed in the shuttle's front seat and would not budge once they got to the hotel. The very savvy shuttle driver said she could handle this.
She ran into the hotel and grabbed one of the big luggage carts. They roughly loaded him into the luggage cart, through the nice fancy lobby, up the elevator, and unceremoniously dumped him on his hotel room floor.
When I saw him the next morning, he was having trouble figuring out why he was sore and bruised up.
Simple question back at ya.
It's your last day on earth and you can have anything you want for dinner. What's you choice?
Mine? Sushi appetizer with nothing but Toro and White tuna. Meal would be an extra large, plain pizza from local pizzeria TD Alfredo's (best. pie. ever.). Followed up with a extra large, extra thick vanilla milkshake.
See, nice and simple. Fire away.