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Blogger The AbsolutGator said...

Doc, how could something you derive so much enjoyment in retelling be the 'worst' of anything?

BTW, I weigh about 15 lbs. less now than in that picture. The only thing skinny about me in that pic are my arms and legs from not working out.

March 17, 2010 at 8:42 AM

Blogger Doc said...

Dude... You don't remember it. Thats why. You were "walking" - BTW I did fail to mention that you were being followed by a stray dog half the time!
Plus what happened after we found you? you promptly went to sleep in the car on the ride home and I had to stay awake to keep Paulie awake. Dead tired and feet with tons of blisters from looking for you in puke filled alleys...

(It is a great story though... and I love to tell it)

March 17, 2010 at 8:45 AM

Blogger Karen said...

A few friends were talking about going to Savannah for St Patty's and I thought about this story. I is great story and that quote "I woke up and I was walking" is classic.

March 17, 2010 at 8:57 AM

Blogger The AbsolutGator said...

The best (or worst) part about the dog was that it kept walking out in the street and people kept honking at it/me. One guy yelled, "Get your f'n dog out of the road!" I of course yelled back, "Its not my f'n dog." I may have thrown some colorful adjectives onto the end of that to express how I felt about the drive-by yeller.

March 17, 2010 at 9:00 AM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ha ha, that's great. Some nights are better left un-remembered.

March 17, 2010 at 9:01 AM

Blogger The AbsolutGator said...

I don't remember throwing the keg...thank goodness.

I immediately called Doc after seeing The Hangover to tell him he would have deja vu from the opening scene. He did.

March 17, 2010 at 9:08 AM

Blogger The AbsolutGator said...

One other thing Doc didn't tell:

I got to the bus station and got the ticket about 15 minutes before it was to depart. I was starving and asked if I had time to get a bite to eat before boarding. The ticket agent said yes, so I went to a BK that was inside the bus terminal. While waiting on my cheeseburger, I hear Doc yell my name.

Thanks goodness for the slowest BK I've ever been to!

March 17, 2010 at 9:18 AM

Blogger Doc said...

So true, just like the Hangover... "Um Mom Absolut.... We lost Chris."

HAHAHAHAAA!!

March 17, 2010 at 9:20 AM

Blogger Doc said...

That and for some reason you had my sunglasses in your pocket...

March 17, 2010 at 9:21 AM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Definitely looks like you were being taught how to smoke a little something and maybe Gator should have kept the stray dog…sounds like he kept up with him better then you.

March 17, 2010 at 9:27 AM

Blogger Dianne said...

I'm trying to remember a St Pat's party where I didn't wake up walking

I can't remember

then again I can't remember a lot

March 17, 2010 at 11:58 AM

Blogger The Mountain Cat said...

I wish I was there...

March 17, 2010 at 12:20 PM

Blogger HalfAsstic.com said...

that was an awesome story! I feel slightly hungover just reading it! ;-)

March 17, 2010 at 12:57 PM

Blogger The AbsolutGator said...

If this ends up as the script for The Hangover sequel, I'm gonna be pissed! Hollywood has already stolen one of my life stories and put it in film!

March 17, 2010 at 1:09 PM

Blogger Schmoop said...

Ha...Good stuff, of course if it was me I'd want to go back just to see if I could top it. Cheers Doc!!

March 17, 2010 at 2:51 PM

Blogger Just me... said...

Never do St Patty's in Savannah or Marti Gras in NOLA with more than one other person you care about.. Oh, you can do them both with tons of "friends", just as long as you don't care whether they get back home or not!! :):)

March 17, 2010 at 2:55 PM

Blogger Christine said...

Marched in that parade in 2003 following my son's marching band who was invited to participate. Pushed my daughter's stroller decorated with green ribbons in pouring rain. By the time it was done the ribbons were soggy, the baby was shivering and I was hating Savannah too!

March 17, 2010 at 4:11 PM

Blogger Disaster Chick said...

Great story!

I had federal training during the 2004 New Orleans Mardi Gras. My then boss was on this trip - he is a very by the book kind of guy whose nuts about his wife.

I had a very angelic looking guy (about 5 foot 10, almost white blonde curly hair, early 20s) come up to me and asked "do you want to touch nipples?"

March 17, 2010 at 4:16 PM

Blogger Chandra said...

As long as you didn't end up with a baby and tiger in your room then it couldn't have been all that bad, lol!

Loosing someone, a drunk someone is no fun. Believe it or not I've been there and done that but at least we all lived in the same town!

Oh if you knew then what you know now....

March 17, 2010 at 5:52 PM

Blogger terri said...

Crazy stuff! Why did we think we had so much fun when we were younger? It just seems like so much work now.

March 17, 2010 at 8:58 PM

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