You gotta love a drunk Conger

I got a drunk dial from a friend on Saturday night, actually he called twice. It was a great drunk dial. There was something about DT puking in the cab. I think I could actually hear the cabbie yelling at them. Followed quickly by "No you're fucking crazy he didn't puke." After he got the cabbie all claimed down I heard "Adam DT puked a lot." Yeah you gotta love Conger.

Conger still lives in Milwaukee and I've got some good drunk stories, of him and I in Milwaukee and a few other town in the state of Wisconsin. Now that I think of it I've never been outside of Wisconsin with Conger. (Buddy we have to change that.) I think Conger and I ended up talking to a lion statue in Milwaukee one night, but I'll plead the 5th on that later.

This story is not about Conger, but it is about being drunk. I was a party with Tom Tuttle, from Tacoma, WA, and then the party decided to move down to Kelly's Bleacher. Which for those of you who know Milwaukee it's close to the Stadium. Well T and I got lost on the way to the bar and it was the fall so there was piles of leaves everywhere. We decided to drive through them all. Well one of them wasn't a pile of leaves but a pile of sand. Well needless to say we ended up half-way up the pile of sand. We did make it off the pile of sand and found the bar and the rest of the party. We continued to party like it was a good party.

After Kelly's Bleacher we decided to make our way down to Water Street in Milwaukee. I parked close to a construction site and there was a pile of bricks there. Well me being drunk thought it would be a good job to throw one of the bricks. (I was drunk) I picked one up and started to throw it. I was stopped by peer gut instict. It was a good thing that I did stop because i would have thrown it right at a cop car. They just laughed at me and told me to put the brick down. I thank them and the party continued on to the bars.

We ended the night like we usually did, at Rosie's. T was staying at my place so as we were leaving the bar and I happened to fall out the stairs at Rosie's. Well B thinks I was drunk (I was but not at the point) and didn't want T to go with me. Well T and I made it back to my place and I friend of mine happen to show up. She was a pretty crazy chick and grew up in the ghetto of Milwaukee. She had some crazy stories of what she saw at parties. I seem to remember something about a chick sucking a bull dog off so that she could get her next meth fix. Anyway this story doesn't seem to do the craziness of the night justice.

I would like to thank Conger for reminding me of the days and hopefully I get to see him soon and we get to relive some of those days. I know I haven't written for a couple of months but I will try to write more often.