I’ve seen Nick drunk, and basically, it’s a very short window in which he eats two bites of a cheeseburger and falls asleep in a chair with the whites of his eyes showing.
We spend a substantial amount of each winter in Mexico. Makes sense if you're from Wisconsin. Learning the customs has been a really interesting experience. A couple of years back, we were sitting at the bar of one if our favorite restaurants on a Saturday night and I ordered some high end tequila on the rocks. The bartender asked if I had ever tried raicilla, there regional agave specialty. I admitted I hadn't so he introduced me to it. I woke up Tuesday.
Don’t have any “long night” stories that I recall right now. However, if you think today’s liquor laws in Utah are weird you should have visited the state in the late 60s and early 70s! Wow. You could not get a drink in a restaurant unless you joined a “club” and most restaurants just didn’t even sell alcohol.
As a believer in the adage, "Nothing good happens after 2 AM" (or maybe 1 if you're in Utah) I don't have a lot of stories. Maybe because, before I went off to college, my parents decided I should know what it's like to be blind, falling down drunk. So they hosted a going away party of my friends in our basement with the understanding that everyone should encourage me to get shit-faced. They did, and I did. And for about ten minutes I felt phenomenal. Then the room went upside down and I ended up on my knees in the bathroom until it felt like my spine was going to come out of my back. I don't think I've ever gotten that drunk again. So...thanks, Mom and Dad?
Terific story. I grew up with insane Kansas liquor laws. Only able to purchase at state owned stores. No sales of booze on Sunday (which always bummed out us college students who never planned ahead.) No wine or drinks at any restaurant. You could get a drink at a private club provided you bought a bottle, had it on stock, then paid for the mix/setup. With all that, 3.2 beer was legal. The law was a combo of the support of the Kansas dry forces (i.e., findamentalists) and private clubs (no exclusivity to join, just pay your membership dues).
I was not drunk, and I was absolutely right about keeping your woman on your night. And I was just adjusting that guy’s collar.
Lmao!
I’ve seen Nick drunk, and basically, it’s a very short window in which he eats two bites of a cheeseburger and falls asleep in a chair with the whites of his eyes showing.
We spend a substantial amount of each winter in Mexico. Makes sense if you're from Wisconsin. Learning the customs has been a really interesting experience. A couple of years back, we were sitting at the bar of one if our favorite restaurants on a Saturday night and I ordered some high end tequila on the rocks. The bartender asked if I had ever tried raicilla, there regional agave specialty. I admitted I hadn't so he introduced me to it. I woke up Tuesday.
Oh man, never heard of that before but I’m glad I have now!
Did you still have both kidneys?
I still have them but unsure if they're working.
Don’t have any “long night” stories that I recall right now. However, if you think today’s liquor laws in Utah are weird you should have visited the state in the late 60s and early 70s! Wow. You could not get a drink in a restaurant unless you joined a “club” and most restaurants just didn’t even sell alcohol.
Wow this really is nuts!
As a believer in the adage, "Nothing good happens after 2 AM" (or maybe 1 if you're in Utah) I don't have a lot of stories. Maybe because, before I went off to college, my parents decided I should know what it's like to be blind, falling down drunk. So they hosted a going away party of my friends in our basement with the understanding that everyone should encourage me to get shit-faced. They did, and I did. And for about ten minutes I felt phenomenal. Then the room went upside down and I ended up on my knees in the bathroom until it felt like my spine was going to come out of my back. I don't think I've ever gotten that drunk again. So...thanks, Mom and Dad?
Hahahah well that certainly makes a lot of things make sense!
My past makes a lot of my present understandable
Terific story. I grew up with insane Kansas liquor laws. Only able to purchase at state owned stores. No sales of booze on Sunday (which always bummed out us college students who never planned ahead.) No wine or drinks at any restaurant. You could get a drink at a private club provided you bought a bottle, had it on stock, then paid for the mix/setup. With all that, 3.2 beer was legal. The law was a combo of the support of the Kansas dry forces (i.e., findamentalists) and private clubs (no exclusivity to join, just pay your membership dues).