03-20-2004, 07:16 PM
About 2-3 years ago, I was out on Long Island at this club/bar called Minnesota's. I was hanging out off to the side of the dance floor, drinking my 6th or 7th glass of white zinfandel wine. Yes, I was wasted.
So, I'm leaning up against the wall, with one foot propped up to hold me up. Little did I know that balance means shit when you're drunk because as soon as I put my foot up against the wall, I came sliding down within the blink of an eye and landed right dead smack on my ass, in front of my friends, the bartender and several other onlookers.
Thankfully, because I was drunk, I laughed my ass off. And so did everyone else. I had a nice bruise on my back & ass for a few days....
So, I'm leaning up against the wall, with one foot propped up to hold me up. Little did I know that balance means shit when you're drunk because as soon as I put my foot up against the wall, I came sliding down within the blink of an eye and landed right dead smack on my ass, in front of my friends, the bartender and several other onlookers.
Thankfully, because I was drunk, I laughed my ass off. And so did everyone else. I had a nice bruise on my back & ass for a few days....
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