Saturday i decided 'screw it, i'm gonna go to the club after the hotel work.' I got done around 3-ish then showered and headed out. Drank about 15 beers and was toasted before 6pm.
(Before i continue i guess i'll let you in on a secret. I know a lot of people have been asking themselves, 'Where is LC from? Well, here's another hint: Think Bible Belt Buckle. Yes, boys and girls, LC repruzents a different O[K]C than H.A. and monique. Where the beer is nothing compared to what it is anywhere else in the country. If you gave me a sixer of Bud from where you lived i would have been as toasted as i was this previous Sat. But i digress.)
Being on foot, when i finished the last of the beer, i called for a taxi to pick me up. (Oh, the reason i went during the day on Sat wasn't there again. *sigh* Better luck tonight i hope). A few minutes later i see the cab pulling up so i wobbled my way out the door. As i stepped outside, the cabbie was also getting out of the car.
WARNING SIGN: the cabbie was on crutches.
He tells me he messed up his heel. Well, since he was there i get in. He takes the car out of 'park' and slowly drives around the club (it isn't a very big club, but have lovely ladies working there).
As we come around from the back i notice thru my somewhat foggy vision a yellow Ford pickup coming down toward us. I hoped the driver noticed it as well.
Well, then again, maybe he didn't.
SLAM!
Front left part of the cab smacked just in front of the pickup's left rear wheel, leaving a good dent.
(fortunately, we were going less than 5mph and the truck maybe just a tad faster so no major injuries, other than my inebriated pride.)
The driver promptly got on the radio to call another taxi in to pick me up, then got some information from me, such as name and address, and i'm thinking, 'If you expect me to testify you're sadly mistaken. A drunk's testimony won't lend any credence.'
Since this happened on private property, they couldn't call the police so they exchanged insureance stuff while i'm sitting here in back shaking my head in utter disbelief.
Oh, 3 people get out of the truck, and look at the damage. I happen to notice a woman appear from the front of the building (probably one of the guy's girlfriends, and again my fuzzy brain started thinking crazy sh**. 3 men/1 woman. Imagine the possibilities.)
Well, to make a long story short, the other cab picks me up (one of my regulars, thankfully) and he tells me that it was the RIGHT HEEL that's messed up. Wonderful.
I get back to the hotel around 6:15, tell the girl up front my escapade and blissfully passed out and slept for 12 hours.
And how was your weekend?
posted by LC @ 8:49 PM
