Last weekend I got blackout drunk. I ran into a neighbor who sent me this. (I’m the guy with the sousaphone, story in comments)
Last weekend I got blackout drunk. I ran into a neighbor who sent me this. (I’m the guy with the sousaphone, story in comments) from funny
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Story where?
It was a Sixteen Candles cosplay but they forgot the boombox.
I will begin with *my* account of the evening.
I live in Chicago (a drinkin’ town if you haven’t been), and on Saturday, after doing my chores and shopping, I kinda had the extra/introverts dilemma- I want to be alone, but I want to hang out with people. So to solve this I poured a glass of cider + a splash of fireball (I know everyone hates fireball, but I do like the cinnamon+apple combo in a warm drink, very festive). I then watched JoJo rabbit because why not feel things, and had 2 more ciders. I was gonna just do this and then sleep.
BUT. My friend texted me saying he was down the street at a bar we go to, and there was a music show happening there. Not that far, why not? So I go to the bar, we sit and chat, I order their finest Belgian, and the a stout, and after 2 more friends show up we say “hey, let’s go to G-man tavern!”
So we go to G-man, and we have a specific corner we usually sit in when we are there, so we unload our stuff, have a small chat, then I go up to order a beer.
In *my* account, I order a son of juice by Maplewood, go back to my friends, close out, and then say “hey let’s have a music jam back home”. These guys are all awesome musicians, 2 play guitar and one plays bass. We went back to my place, jammed for a bit, I said “let’s watch over the garden wall” then passed out on the couch. I wake up, it’s 2 am, and they are all in my kitchen and say “oh, hey meep, want us to go home?” “Yea… I should go to bed”.
Next day I get some Thai food with my buddy who then tells me more info than I thought I’d have.
So at G-man, I got my beer, but then at the bar, I started chatting with two girls. Hearing this I was terrified I was being creepy, but was assured I was more amusing. A third girl came up, and then I invited my friends to chat. We had our little circle, and I invited some outsiders in to chat. After paying my tab, I was there 5 more minutes until I yelled “CATCH ME IF YOU CAN” and bolted out the door.
My friends were terrified and chased after me only to find me down the block laughing my ass off. They said “hey let’s take you home”. On the way back, I guess I was chatting with literally EVERYONE we passed. Fortunately being Halloween, and me not being an asshole, it was more of an amusement than an nuisance ( i was terrified it was the latter, but was assured I wasn’t an ass).
We got back, and played music like I remembered, but then said “hey, I bought this POS sousaphone and got full refund – wanna play with it?” Then that led to “k, you are on trombone, you are on trumpet, I’m playing sousaphone” “we don’t know how to play trombone or trumpet” “you’ll figure it out let’s go”
So then this happens. The party cheered us, invited us up, I declined, went in, and passed out.
I saw my neighbor today, apologized profusely, and she said “OMG no that was great here’s the vid!”
So here you are.
Sending this to my brother who used to play sousaphone, I think he’ll get a kick out of it
[SOUSAPHONE!](https://youtu.be/wVX43X8NpUg?t=74)
You are a fool
been there, Westwood ca. it’s how it goes
Apparently I am the life of the party black out drunk because my tolerance is so low that two stiff drinks or one LI iced tea will disconnect any memory recall apparatus, so my id comes out to play with a perfectly intact functioning body.
That’s just another Saturday night in Chicago. Go to any mexican neighborhood and at least one house will have a brass band playing!