The Mizzou/Illinois game on Saturday was a good time considering we had to go into the Edward Jones Dome on a sunny day with temperatures in the mid-80’s. Football should never be played indoors. Period.
Midway through the third quarter, I accidentally spilled a nine-dollar beer from my aisle seat. The guy sitting a few rows in front of me got drenched. He also may have gotten whiplash after snapping his neck around to find out who did it.
He looked up, and I immediately turned around so he wouldn’t think it was me. This went on for a few minutes until I looked at him and shrugged my shoulders in disgust after I couldn’t figure out where it came from either. Psyche.
I ended up taking the Soul Train home because eleven hours of drinking had done me in and my group wasn’t ready to leave. I hopped on a hotel shuttle heading to Westport, and the driver asked, “How long are you in town?”
“Forever”, I replied.
“Huh?”
“I live down the street from your hotel, and want to get home.”
The guy was nice enough to drop me at my front door. Sweet.
Hilarious DWI Stop. This guy needs to use Gold Bond Nut Powder. – Thanks, Tom K.
12 Signs You Had Too Much to Drink – Thanks, Ken B.
Messin’ with Sasquatch – Thanks, King.
Well I went to bed in Memphis. And I woke up in Hollywood. I got a quarter in my pocket. And I’d call you if I could.
Benny