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The aftermath...
Here's the photo of Hans I said I'd share...Hans Photo
We started at Buffalo Wild Wings - or BW-3 in local parlance. I mentioned to my friends the comment made to Matt and Lisa about The Two Towers ("Sam, just KISS HIM") and they were in total agreement, and said that yes, it was written that way. I haven't read the books since I was 12, and made the decision not to read them before the movies so I could be surprised and not be the guy who says, "That's not the way it is in the book." Many, who have read the books recently said the relationship between Frodo and Sam is more than hinted at.
Well, we head to the next bar, and proceed to get Hans totally drunk. He's trying to play pool and darts without much luck. We decide it's time to go one of Houston's fine gentlemen's establishments and Hans in my SUV, with others, and he's talking to people in other cars, giggling his ass off, and starts blessing people in the street (that's what those Catholic Wedding classes get you). We have to stop by his apartment because he forgot his ID. He stumbles back into the vehicle and there's a noticeable change - he's coming down hard.
Still, we go to Baby Dolls, and I'm instantly BORED. It was fun watching the bachelor heading up to tip the girls - he was so shy about it, and I was the center of attention as one of the girls tried to get me interested in a lap dance - she was disappointed. We brought a few of the other guy's wives with us, as they were out that night and decided they wanted to join us. (the bachelorette party was going on elsewhere). There were more women there than I would have thought.
After about half an hour, Hans heads to the bathroom. A few minutes later - good guy that I am, I go check up and Oh GOD he's heaving up everything! This goes on for another hour and a half. We went from concern, to ridicule to boredom, but I stayed with him. We finally got him up right and ready to go home.
I drove him home and got him to his door. He wasn't ready to go in, so I got him some water and crackers and stayed outside for another hour. So much fun dealing with a sick soul. You really can't have a good conversation. We went inside, he wasn't ready to make it on his own, so I watched TV as he hung around the toilet bowl. He was silent for a while, so I took a look, and there he was, sprawled out asleep on the tile. I turned down his bed got him up (and he heaved again!) had him lock the door and get to bed. I went home in the pea-soup thick fog and went to bed at 4 am.
I talked to him earlier. He was still feeling terrible, and didn't get much sleep. He was supposed to go out with his fiancee to see the Nutcracker this afternoon, but it didn't happen.
She had gotten sick last night...
We started at Buffalo Wild Wings - or BW-3 in local parlance. I mentioned to my friends the comment made to Matt and Lisa about The Two Towers ("Sam, just KISS HIM") and they were in total agreement, and said that yes, it was written that way. I haven't read the books since I was 12, and made the decision not to read them before the movies so I could be surprised and not be the guy who says, "That's not the way it is in the book." Many, who have read the books recently said the relationship between Frodo and Sam is more than hinted at.
Well, we head to the next bar, and proceed to get Hans totally drunk. He's trying to play pool and darts without much luck. We decide it's time to go one of Houston's fine gentlemen's establishments and Hans in my SUV, with others, and he's talking to people in other cars, giggling his ass off, and starts blessing people in the street (that's what those Catholic Wedding classes get you). We have to stop by his apartment because he forgot his ID. He stumbles back into the vehicle and there's a noticeable change - he's coming down hard.
Still, we go to Baby Dolls, and I'm instantly BORED. It was fun watching the bachelor heading up to tip the girls - he was so shy about it, and I was the center of attention as one of the girls tried to get me interested in a lap dance - she was disappointed. We brought a few of the other guy's wives with us, as they were out that night and decided they wanted to join us. (the bachelorette party was going on elsewhere). There were more women there than I would have thought.
After about half an hour, Hans heads to the bathroom. A few minutes later - good guy that I am, I go check up and Oh GOD he's heaving up everything! This goes on for another hour and a half. We went from concern, to ridicule to boredom, but I stayed with him. We finally got him up right and ready to go home.
I drove him home and got him to his door. He wasn't ready to go in, so I got him some water and crackers and stayed outside for another hour. So much fun dealing with a sick soul. You really can't have a good conversation. We went inside, he wasn't ready to make it on his own, so I watched TV as he hung around the toilet bowl. He was silent for a while, so I took a look, and there he was, sprawled out asleep on the tile. I turned down his bed got him up (and he heaved again!) had him lock the door and get to bed. I went home in the pea-soup thick fog and went to bed at 4 am.
I talked to him earlier. He was still feeling terrible, and didn't get much sleep. He was supposed to go out with his fiancee to see the Nutcracker this afternoon, but it didn't happen.
She had gotten sick last night...
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I actually told him he could make some extra dough posing for one of the bear mags (and then I could see it all!). Didn't bite, though. Would have been his gift to the world.
His bride's a lucky woman.
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Oh well . . . . I hope she appreciates that fine looking cub. I heard backrubs are great for hangovers.
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I know, it all sounded like one of those "I never thought it would happen" stories, but I was a good boy. Besides, puking kind takes away from the whole ambiance.