Night One (Friday)

Picked up from the airport (right on time, really). After a good lunch and some libations we then spent the afternoon chillin' in the apt. watching Harry Potter movies. It was decided to meet up with and old high school friend of my host and travelling companion and her new husband (howdy hs friend and husband).

We first ate at a nice tex/mex/salvadoran resturant. The food was very good, the conversation was even better. The three hs kids compared gossip on former classmates, the husband and I contributed with thoughtful, poignant, and humorous insights. I had a marvellous time.

The night proceeded with a trip to a local drinking establishment. Waiting in an unanticipated line to get in the girls were hit on by drunk men on the patio, and after running that gauntlet, we got in, past two very polite bouncers who let us come and go as we pleased (and as the circumstances demanded) throughout the night.

So we drank.

Everybody ordered whatever they had had at the resturant, then we did some shots, then someone ordered a round of Irish car-bombs. I don't know how it happened, but one of our party got very way too much drunk. I ended up drinking their car-bomb too, which yes, put me very close to the edge.

But the friend? The one of our party who drank too much? Not so lucky. That one crossed over the line. And after half an hour of sitting miserably in the bar, looking at a drink that could not be finished that person admitted to feeling nothing but a slight tingling in their extremities.

So I walked [read: carried] that person [read: dead weight] to the parking lot.
Where said person proceeded to spew alcohol, dinner, guts, and the kitchen sink all over the nicely kept grass. Oh well. (this is where the nice bouncers let me walk unmolested in and out of the bar to retrieve napkins, water, and the like...I don't know if you're reading, but thanks guys.)

The one recovered. I paid the tab. The group retired for the night.


And who knows what tomorrow will bring.

-Tom
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