2 where 1 was sufficient
On Friday night I met up with some guys and one wife after work for dinner and some drinks. We went to Duke's down by the river, which used to be a G-Man. The guy and his wife got there at 5:30 to reserve a table because we knew it would be busy. The rest of us trickled in as time went on, but they did not seat us until 8:30. That's a 3 hr wait. Other people had come and gone in that time. We were not happy.
After we all got seated the drinking began. Between 8:30 and 12:30, I consumed 6 - 22oz lagers. Is that a lot? I can never tell. After we were done there we went to a different bar to play pool where I had 2 more regular size lagers. At this point I realized that was a lot of liquid. Someone mentioned that with all the alcohol he drank he would have a good sleep. I had to agree with him and looked forward to it myself.
After getting home after 4am, I crawled in bed. My sleep was anything but peaceful. It started with me "waking up" thinking a clothes bomb had gone off in my room. That was not the case. Later on I came to again thinking a block ceiling had fallen out of my room. Again it was not to be. There were others but they are kind of fuzzy. The strangest thing of all was waking up with 2 pair of boxers on. I did not notices this until midway through the following day when there was a lot more fabric to get through to take a piss. I wore them both for the rest of the day. All that day though, I could not help but wonder what dream prompted me to add a second pair to the first.
After we all got seated the drinking began. Between 8:30 and 12:30, I consumed 6 - 22oz lagers. Is that a lot? I can never tell. After we were done there we went to a different bar to play pool where I had 2 more regular size lagers. At this point I realized that was a lot of liquid. Someone mentioned that with all the alcohol he drank he would have a good sleep. I had to agree with him and looked forward to it myself.
After getting home after 4am, I crawled in bed. My sleep was anything but peaceful. It started with me "waking up" thinking a clothes bomb had gone off in my room. That was not the case. Later on I came to again thinking a block ceiling had fallen out of my room. Again it was not to be. There were others but they are kind of fuzzy. The strangest thing of all was waking up with 2 pair of boxers on. I did not notices this until midway through the following day when there was a lot more fabric to get through to take a piss. I wore them both for the rest of the day. All that day though, I could not help but wonder what dream prompted me to add a second pair to the first.
posted by K-Dawg at 5:39 PM
3 Comments:
You had to save them from the clothes bomb and protect your Jimmy from the falling ceiling. Everyone knows that two pairs of boxers are like a titanium shield. Duh.
these were not superman underoos. they had the protective power of a wet dixie cup. my friend Tony nearly rolled of his couch when i told him about the situation.
i'm curious as to what causes me to have these nighttime activities.
I think you're just special.
Also, maybe you're bored, so your subconcious is trying to kick it up a notch?
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