I Almost Drowned Last Night

Weeknight drinking is fun. The next day at work isn't. At least until 11 o'clock when the hazy vision finally clears and the headache disappears.

To christen Rusty and Art's new free grill (fuck yeah, Craigslist), the Man Palace editorial staff and a couple of our biggest fans gathered at HQ to cook up some pork chops, eat some chips, and play some beer pong. After the food, the real festivities began. Yesterday being one of the few days in recent memory where we haven't gotten six inches of rain, we decided to play some outdoor pong (wind conditions make it a totally different experience). After my partner and I won 3 games by a cup before losing by a cup, I was somewhat intoxicated.

After someone had the bright idea to call 93X and request, of all songs, Eye of the Tiger (the intern phone screener's reply: "We don't play shit."), we decided it was a good idea to climb the ladder onto the roof of the garage. Beer in hand, we sat up there, looking at the "stars" and shooting the breeze. In my infinite smoothness, I leaned back to get the last gulp of Primo out of the bottle, only to spill it all over my face. Since I was leaning back, it went up my nose, which made me gasp and inhale. I've heard of people drowning in a couple of inches of water when they were drunk, but to drown by splashing beer into your own face would just be fucking sad. Luckily, I didn't die.

Actually, Art came much closer to death than I did when, after telling everyone that the ladder wasn't stable, and being told to "man up" (probably by me), the ladder promptly started sliding out from under him. It eventually caught, but not before he skinned his leg all to hell. Not my fault, though. I swear.

All in all, it was a good way to start the grilling season. I have a feeling there will be more instances of weekday drinking this summer.