Ok Orfy. I might have you beat from last Sat. And it goes like this...
Company Xmas Party at a local resort. Usually each year we'll get a discounted rate for a room at a 5 star resort but we had a second party to go to afterwards. So we figure we'll just do the taxi thing for the evening; cheaper than a nights stay at the hotel.
Anyhow. At the Xmas Party I start drinking Gin Martini's on the rocks. Two drink tickets given to each person then we're supposed to pay for our own consumption. BIG martini's. Dinner Time. Tickets gone, switch to bottled beer. Get my 1st one; a Sierra Nevada Pale Ale... $6.75 please
. Drink it down. Not paying that again, I got the flask in my jacket. Bartender, can I get a Coke. $3.75 Please
. Mix it up drink it down. Screw them, I'll just drink the whiskey on the rocks going forward (lucky me I brought two flasks). An ugly trend is setting in.
Been here for 3 hours and already a happy boy. I work with these people; we're outta here! Taxi? Off to the next party. A bartender friend of ours from the local brewpub. Lives in an old warehouse district. Happens to have a bigger bar in his house than the brewpub. Everything is on tap including their IPA, my favorite. Uhm.. 2 hours or so later we leave. I'm hammered but can still communicate & walk. 1/2 hour taxi drive home. Pay/tip the guy. Get out of the taxi. Walk up to the house (ok NOW I'm stumbling) and trip on the stairs; doink my friggen head on a clay flower pot right above the left eye. Doh, get in the house. Tell the wife to stop laughing. Blood over the eyebrow. Hey, where's my wallet? Sh!t! It's in the taxi cab! What taxi company was that? I don't know! Call the bartender friend as he called the cab company for us. Get the # and call them. I'm slurring too much to talk rational; pass phone to the wife. Anyways; an hour later I did get my wallet back with all items in tact. Tip the guy big time again!
The next morning I wake up not feeling too bad (Because I'm still a bit drunk) but I now have a big ol black eye. How do I explain this one.... Oh I got it; a shelf fell as I'm pulling a carboy off it (it is up high). Caught the shelf with my face as opposed to having the carboy shatter
No more excessive hard alchohol for me. Stick with brew and I can go all night... Drinkers remorse is finally going away, but the black eye lingers. But remember the truth about the black eye is our little secret my fellow homebrewers