I went out last night with Patrick and Elizabeth from work to go see Flora's band, THE METAL HEARTS, at the Ottobar. The band was very good, even better than their cd, mainly because they've added a live drummer which really helps fill out their sound. I drank way too much, then drove Patrick home and then drove myself home. By the grace of god I made it home safely, had a conversation with Jeannie that I don't really remember, and went to bed.
The rest of this story is related to me by Jeannie, I don't really remember it beause I was asleep. As far as I know, the whole thing could be a lie she made up, but anyway, here's what she tells me: at some point in the middle of the night, she woke to the sound of some splashing noises and saw me standing by a cabinet near our bed taking a leak in the corner of our bedroom. She told me to stop and I said, "What...it's just a CD," and she said, "No! It's a cabinet" at which point I stopped peeing, got back into bed and went back to sleep.
So....
This morning I woke up and Jeannie was already at work. I felt pretty bad, puked some water and felt better, then went to the CSC offices to work on the set for the next show. When I got home I cleaned up where Jeannie told me that I pee'd (the pee must have dried up or something because there wasn't any pee there when I got home) made some dinner, and now Jeannie and I are back up here at the CSC offices because she wanted to paint some cityscapes and I came along to keep her company.
What have we learned from this?
1. No more drinking and driving. I've been far too lucky with that shit, and it's absolutely one of the stupidest things in the world to do, so I'm done with it.
2. It seems that I have about 1 session of heavy puke-inducing drinking per year. I would like these sessions to spread out even more as time progresses.
3. I would like to keep bedroom urinations to an absolute minimum. They are embarassing and they make your wife mad at you. They're also bad for hardwood floors.
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