I'm all settled in and bored now, don't think I can go out again, even though Chris Cornell is pretty tempting to rally for... Anyway, so here's what happened...
We are all sitting in this dive I love at an old, wooden park bench. My friend is at the end of the bench, next to me, but facing out, doing the bob and weave, trying with all his might to make it to the bell. But he's losing the battle and people keep coming up to me to say as much. I reassure them each time that I've seen it all before, that he's a pro at this, and that he'll work his back off the mat soon enough. But I never did see how green his face had become...until all of a sudden he scrambles to jump up. Right away, I knew what that meant, and like any good cornerman, I go to help. But when I spun around the other direction to get up, I was in his direct path to the bathroom and he had let loose already. Total accident and the spackle was only on my leg from the knee down, it could've been worse. Mostly whiskey and beer too, coulda been worse. We did a TON of Jack shots last night and he's not really a Jack guy.
Anyway, luckily I got him outside in time for the fire hose show. That's when the corn and pulled pork started flying, it was hilarious. People everywhere too. Families and #### just sitting there like this:

We get him in a cab finally (poor cabbie, but we warned him) and then I cleaned up and went back at it.

I can't wait to here what his wife did to him when he got home. And then to have to go back and get your car and go to work in the morning? F That.
Another friend ended up in jail, from a fight he got in while leaving with some chick. We had no idea until today.
Love nights like that.