Unlock the code ........in the head

After keeping this page open for an hour and trying to figure out what to write about, inspiration strikes in the form of a dear friend's classic quote "Drunk ppl always mean what they say".

So True.

They say that when u'r drunk, u always speak the truth. Its when you let go of your inhibitions and speak whats on your mind. You might finally confess that you love a particular person ( never mind u might be confessin to a clay pot in the corner of your room), u might say who u hate the most in the world .... even to his face ... hopefully he's drunk too and thinks its the most hilarious thing he has ever heard !!!

But memory reminds me that there was this one ocassion when I was so piss drunk and at the top of my powers .... it was a house warming kinda thing when some friends of mine moved into a new place. and on this auspicious day I blew the lid off a hidden little scandal going on in our quaint little town. Never mind that the whole thing involved one of the girls who were playing host.

So I start by saying that P( for sake of privacy) loves A(ditto). And that P has confessed many times to me that he loves A. and that A is cute and smart and sexy. And blah blah blah. And I go on and on and on like the Blue Collar Comedy Tour ..... being stupid, crass and utterfly fun for everyone. And obviosuly except for P and A, everyone else is having a grand ol fun time.

And the grand finale .... puked on their carpet. U have to remember this was the first day they moved in ... and they had to live with that stain for the duration of their stay there .. 2 yrs I guess ... before the owner figured he likes wooden floors better and stripped all the crapet off. Hehehehe .. yeah I have to take part of the credit for that.

Poor girls. But I missed the point compeltely ..... the whole story about P and A was made up. It was just that ... a story .... a figment of my imagination. This means that I was piss drunk just enough for me to unlock the part of the brain where imagination comes active and truth and confessions go dead. If this is an art, I have to master it to make it perfect. Like they say .. Practice ....... so here's to more nights like that before that special someone comes along and I am shackled by the wonderful bonds of a relationship or better/worse still ... matrimony. God help this poor lil crazy drunk guy.

Well memories .... what else does one have as age catches up ??

Cheers
Mo.