Thread:User talk:WaitingforGodot/Absinthe/reply (19)

yeah a woman was involved. I remember earlier in the evening I had taken this woman (I didn't know her well) up to my mothers house because I had to get something from there. When we I arrived I said "Hi mom, this is...ahhhhhhh.....errr" and I completely forget her name so I just made something up. I did finally get a lift in the end though despite my bloodied appearance - I walked as far as the nearest train station but they weren't running that morning for some reason. I little kid appeared and goes "They aren't running Dad" to which the reply was "I'll drive you" so I just ran over and said I'd go as far as they were going and hopped in. I tried keeping it together - hardly speaking while quietly drinking the beer I had stashed in my bag. Unfortunately the driver stopped suddenly and I wasn't belted in causing me to spill beer all over the back seat. I lost it, my cool blown, and started ranting and jabbering. Until he pulled up and told me to get out. I walked to the nearest pub and drank whisky and read for a couple of hours (I remember the exact book too - some cosmology book called Five Ages of the Universe). As soon as I hit the road I got picked up by some farm boys who were, for lack of a better term, heading into the city to "whoop it up". They took me to a friends house, still some 100kms from home, where I promptly passed out again. I didn't get home for 3 more days and traveled about 800 kms further north before getting home again via a series of incongruous happenings which are too numerous to mention here and now. And now my absinthe story is told.