Well, I dragged my ass back into the office today after a week of alcohol induced debautchery and still don’t think I’ve fully recovered from attempting to party like the proverbial rock star that I’m not.
The first night I was there, I had the absolute pleasure of meeting the lovely and effervescent Ms. Debbie Schjodt. She mentioend that her nickname on the tour is “The Intimidator”, but that’s just not gonna work for me. From now on, she’ll be known to me as Debbie “Tequila” Schjodt.
So I run into Debbie at the pro arena and we decide to hit the Hilton bar for some drinks. After countless beers (and vodka and sodas for Debbie), Debbie orders a shot of Patrón. Well, I’m not one to let a girl drink alone, so I stagger down the tequila highway. Personally, I’m not a fan of tequila, but Patrón (which I’d never had before) was pretty damn smooth and tasty, so we ordered a second before heading out.
About ten minutes later, I got to experience Patrón in reverse. Debbie being Debbie offers to “hold my hair”, which if you’ve ever met me is pretty damn funny, so now I’m trying to not laugh while involuntarily removing beer and tequila from my system. Needless to say, I never made it back to the pro arena to watch Johnny Archer win a hill-hill battle. Instead, I apparently went to a sports bar, ordered some grub with my boys and proceeded to spend what I thought was 5 minutes but was actually about 45 minutes in the head. It all gets sort of fuzzy from there, but my boys did get me back to my hotel room instead of leaving me out at some fountain which apparently I really, really wanted to hang out at.
The upside of this experience though is that it reminded me of a really funny (and somewhat applicable) Jim Breuer bit. Enjoy!Google+