When I was young, beer would
get me drunk. I used to get very drunk on beer. I once ruined the paint on a
friends Plymouth Valiant by beer puking out the window as he drove down US 30,
west of Clinton, Iowa. He didn't wash the vomit off his car right away and the
next day the beer vomit had eaten right through the paint. Beer doesn't get me
drunk anymore. Now, at my advanced age, the only thing I get from drinking beer
is a familiarity with the nearest bathroom.
My friend, Doug and I met up
at a local establishment yesterday for a beer. But of course if you go out for
"a beer", you never have just "a beer". I can have just one
beer at home, but if I go through all the trouble of pulling the car out of the
garage and driving to a bar, I am having more than one beer. Usually I try to
have only two, but yesterday I was enjoying the company and I had three. One
beer, one pee. Second beer, second pee. When just ten minutes after the second
pee, as I was slugging down the third beer, I had to go pee again, I decided it
was time to go home. Once again, beer does not get me drunk. Doesn't even give
me a buzz. So, I have no idea why I drink it other than I am in a bar and
that's what you drink in a bar. Okay, so I drive on home and about three blocks
away I have to pee, really have to pee. I pull into the garage, run upstairs,
through the kitchen, past an angry Scout who also needs to go out and pee, and
straight into the bathroom. Ahhh.... relief. I then take Miss Scout for her
walk and envy the fact that she can pee whenever the hell she wants to, on any
lawn in the neighborhood. We round the corner at Thorndale and Scout is again,
peeing. Behind me I hear somebody calling to me. It's my good neighbor Yahn. "Hey, neighbor, come on over here and
have a beer." But I don't want another beer. "Come and have some food too." So Scout and I stop and
have a beer and some Vietnamese pork.
I peed just about once per
hour last night. I did get out of bed to do it.... and did actually do it in
the bathroom.... in the toilet. I'm not that senile.
Love it. If you are ever in Southeastern New England and need to pee, the door's open ;) jackie
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