Friday, May 6, 2011

#7: Day-drinking and its rocky relationship with night drinking.

It's 11:00 p.m., about the time when typical partiers rev their party engines. But for day-drinkers like this one, 11:00 p.m. is the hour when marathon drinking hits its 23rd mile: can you make it through the nighttime party or should you save your body some grief and your mind some brain cells, and choose to go home to recuperate?

Drunk, or Athens?

This roughly 200-pound man passed out on a random porch on Court Street. Naturally, creative interpretations of male genitalia littered his face in Sharpie. Fair enough, as his shoes are still on his feet. BBQ chicken wings drench his entire body and he appears to be taking a nap.

Concerned about his safety, the police and an ambulance are called to his rescue and a crowd begins to gather. Luckily, the man awakes from his slumber and the crowd is relieved at his resurrection, dick-drawings and all. Apparently not noticing the policemen, emergency medical crew and crowd of concerned students he sticks his finger deep inside his nose.

Next, he examines whatever he has pulled out, pauses and eats it with sincere satisfaction. He then willingly climbs into the ambulance.

While the hilarity of this situation is worthy of some sort of praise, it is in fact not unique to our town, and can’t be attributed to that Athens goodness. That is some down-home drunken chaos.

Drunk.

1 comment:

  1. Just discovered this blog. Reading it at work (I'm bad, I know) and I seriously almost got busted because this made me laugh so hard. Epic.

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