I was digging through old photographs looking for possible blog material, when I came across a couple real gems. In fact, I couldn't stop laughing.
My friend and I conned our parents into letting us take one of their cars, rent a condo for us (we paid), and wave goodbye as we motored off to Myrtle Beach. It was the summer after graduation. College loomed in two months. Everything was going to change.
Here we are enjoying the infinite pleasures of underage drinking. The stores and bars down there would serve a chimpanzee back then. Real hard to pick which one is me, I bet. I love the wine/beer thing. I just didn't like how weak beer is, I swear!! I would've opted for whiskey if the grocery stores sold it. Seemed to me that if you aimed to get drunk, you might as well get right to it. (Oh wait, I still think that way.)
This one was taken a couple days later after my friend completed his study of intestinal alcohol absorption rates. He is pouring all his beer down the drain (and hey, he's wearing the same shirt). The night before, we managed to prove in a tightly controlled environment that gulping down a ton of vodka is kind of like going to bed with a fistful of sparklers. You're gonna get burned.
That night I had the pleasure of being rained with projectile vomiting. What's that you ask? What did we have for dinner?
And they didn't look so very different when I saw them a second time.
*I'd like to give proper credit to Sebastian Bach and Skid Row for this late 80's classic.