The Lost Weekend
It has been one of those weekends.
It all started innocently enough when myself and a few of the neighbours went down the pub for a few scoops of a Friday night. You know yourself how it is when the craic is mighty and the drinks are flowing? The idea of going home didn’t occur to us.
I don’t know what time I got home but I made it in one piece, even if I stall can’t remember where I left my trousers.
Yesterday didn’t happen.
Even today, things are a little flaky but at least I can see only one of everything. Of course my Puter insists on choosing today to act up and even the broadband has decided to slow to a crawl. It hasn’t done that before so I reckon it must be slowing down in sympathy with me.
What saddens me is that it looks like age is catching up with me. Gone are the days when I could drink solidly through Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights and still be up with the lark of a Monday. Gone are the days when I could safely sink many pints and still have a clear head in the morning. I can’t have had more than eight or nine pints on Friday but they had an effect on me that I have never previously experienced. The one drop of consolation is that one of the neighbours just dropped in looking for some Aspirin and he is a good deal younger than me. Young people these days just don’t have the stamina.
The one big problem is that I missed out on all that happened in the world yesterday. None of the neighbours knows either.
There’s only one thing for it.
I’ll have to nip down to the pub tonight to catch up on all the news.
Now if only I could remember what happened to my trousers?
You are too old to have the young appetite for your favorite vices. It is time to condemn the young people who do have this appetite and call it wisdom.
We videotaped the whole evening. We know who has your trousers. We’ll keep the tapes for use at a later date.
Ramrod – I refuse to be ‘too old’. I prefer ‘not young enough’ [though God help the first person who proclaims that I am ‘X years young’]. And the problem with young people is they insist on all these newfangled drinks. Gone are the good old days of a choice of lager, beer, stout, whiskey or gin.
The CIA – Damn! Get it over with and put it on YouTube please.
“To be young is heaveny.” Truest words ever written. I miss my youth. (Don’t even go there!) Shit, I miss my middle age.
You Irish, your all the same, can’t keep up with us older jocks. But this old Jock has had an epiphany and no longer enjoys a smoke, drink or a decent meal that contains fat, sugar or an over burden of salt. Although I’m not sure whether it was an epiphany or a dream after last night on the sauce? Anyway tomorrow I’m a teetotal non smoker who strictly adheres to my ‘five a day.’ Will you join me?
Hello Grandad…Grandad… are you still alive??
TT – Nah! I have no wish to be young again. Too many problems, like mortgages and work!
BigYin – Me? You want me to hive up my Guinness. curries and pipe? Mwaahahahahaha!! Stoppit,. You’ll give me a heart attack.
Just tesing you Gramps, just testing. (God for one minute I thought he was going on the wagon permanently and you know where that leads, no tobacco and no chips with everything…phewwww.)
After a large feed of drink I always make a promise to myself to give up the stuff. [For one day]. I will stop all these evil habits, but not until the coffin lid is firmly nailed down.
I know how you feel GD. Been there, did that, bought the tee shirt, wore it and fucking lost it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xwv-DxOPhSc
Have a listen to some consoling sounds. Heh!
aww ta hell =) pass a pint and have a do over
Slab – Not a great Sinatra fan, but Herself enjoyed it! 😉
Cat – Come hell or high water, keep the old flag flying.
Your trousers ended up over here (God knows how). Laurie’s had them in the wash and now they’re up to dry in front of the wood stove. By the way, there was a pint in the pocket–thanks! Now what do you want me to do with the pretty young female your trousers were wrapped around?
And just forget about quitting the vices. I smoked for years and years without a single health problem and finally gave them up in 2005. I spent the following 2 years just knowing I was going to be diagnosed with lung cancer. That’s how it works right? No sign of lung cancer until after you quit?
Kirk M – Thanks for washing the trousers. You can wash the pretty young female too if you like? I have no intention of giving up my vices – why prolong my life just in order to be miserable? This lad is going to go out in a blaze of drunken smoking glory!