Tales of the Fedora

So an old friend of mine had a wedding this evening in Wilson county, just outside of Lebanon. I was invited, but spent the majority of the night working on the video crew. I like to think I got some good shots. The problem, however, was that almost everyone there had no compunction about drinking.

Now, personally, I don’t drink alcohol. Part of it is spiritual, but really I just don’t see the point in going out “to have a good time” and getting buzzed (or outright drunk) and then not remembering anything that’s happened … then barfing up everything except your shoes.

Well, a friend of mine got smashed. He wasn’t too far gone, but he wasn’t really in any condition to drive the forty-minute trip back home. His girlfriend, however, was feeling no pain. She was pickled. Three sheets to the wind. Outright Drunk. There’s no way she could drive (she could barely walk — or even talk). So, I was asked if I could take them back to her place where they could sleep it off, then in the morning they’d make arrangements to get his car.

I agreed, and thus became the designated driver for the trip home. Forty minutes and two vomit stops later I finally get them to her place. It was quite an experience, that I hope I don’t have to repeat. However, it’s better than them trying to drive home on their own and having an accident, killing themselves or someone else.

Still, though, it does reinforce my opinions on not drinking alcohol.

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