"And now... The REST of the story..."
We all witnessed Brians descent into an alcoholic fugue yesterday. When your day starts off with standing outside a bar at 11:00 AM, impatiently tapping your foot because they're not yet pouring hooch down you gullet, the best you can hope for is that a friend will show up with bail money.
I texted Brian off and on through the day yesterday.
"Are you ok? Hittin' it kind of hard today, don't ya think?"
The amount of slurring in his words kept apace with his volume.
"Fargque you, I'll drink till I'm not thurstyyyyy!"
"Ok, no problem. How you getting home?"
"The train, same as every other day! What do you think, I'm gonna shove a propeller up my arse and fart till I get there?". (He seemed to find that last gem particulary amusing.)
"Ya Brian, but how are you getting home from the train station?"
"I don't know, maybe the 'ass-pella'
So finally he agrees to let me drive him home and he'll pick his car up at the train station this morning. I ask him repeatedly, "The 5:55, right?"
Well I'm there at 5:45, the train pulls into the station on time and everyone gets off the train. With one notable exception. You all get three guesses who. After a while I see the conductors supporting a lump of putty towards the door and the next thing you know CB comes tumbling down onto the platform, his briefcase spilled open and papers are flying everywhere.
So I get out of the truck and go help him gather his things and just when I'm sure the moment can't get any worse, Commander Disco starts singing. At the top of his very drunk lungs.
"My Baby takes the morning train,
He works from nine to five and then,
He takes another home again,
To find me waiting for him.
My Baby takes the morning train..."
Well, you get the picture. I've never been so embarrassed for another man in my life.
I pour him into the truck and drive him home. I carried his arse up the front steps, rang the doorbell and ran for my truck.
Normally I wouldn't ever repeat a story like this, h