So, she and I went to my favorite smoking spot up on the roof.
Turns out, my wife and best friend didn't smoke but at the time both his girlfriend and I did. I stood up and exclaimed that a cigarette was in order. Those next few pulls from the bottle smacked me over the head something fierce. I had to carry his ass out of a few bars on more than a few occasions. If you can't remember being an ass, how do you learn your lesson?įor information's sake, I'll add that my best friend also shared some of those unfortunate traits. The worst part of her alcoholism was that she wouldn't remember what a royal pain in the ass she'd been the next day. I enjoyed my fair share of the hooch but when it came to my wife, I often found myself having to babysit her when we were drinking in public. Did I mention my wife had some serious alcoholic tendencies? She was of those people that turned into someone else when she drank. They showed up right on time with a bottle of Crown Royal and an assortment of other intoxicating libations.
We invited the two of them to help us ring in the new year. One of those friends that would lay down in traffic for you. It was a warm New Year's Eve and my best friend had recently moved in with his girlfriend just a view hours south.
