Happy Birthday Mad Mike!!!!!

[Buck73]

Happy Birthday Mike. Hope you have many more.

[Marmalady]

Ooh, I didn't know! Many happy returns, Mike, and plenty of this

[Buck73]

It's really easy for me to remember his birthday. LOL

[Ree]

Happy Birthday Mike.

*Note - Moved this to "Off Topic" because I think more people will see it.

[tropicsgoddess]

Happy Birthday,MadMike!!

[MadMike]

It's really easy for me to remember his birthday. LOL

Thank you, and a happy birthday to you as well. It's always nice to hear from you, even if it's only popping in here once a year for our birthday.

[Dave1982]

Happy Birthday Mike

[Cazzi]

Happy Birthday!

[BookstoreEscapee]

Woo-hoo! Have a great day!

[1756GR2]

Happy birthday from a bit north up the Susquehanna!

[JustaCashier]

From one Mike to another; , (and to Buck too!)


Mike

[Sonoma]

Happy Birthday - hope it's a great one!

[DGoddessChardonnay]

Happy Birthday, Mike!!!!

[Mishi]

Happy Birthday you two! Hope you both had great days.

[MadMike]

Thanks for the birthday wishes, everyone! In addition to the ones on here, I got about 40 on Facebook. And some of my best friends took me out for a drink... or ten... I don't know, I lost count.

Normally we would have gone to a karaoke show that one of our other friends runs on Friday nights, but they weren't having it this time. So we went to a bar near their house instead. My son needed the car, so he dropped me off at the bar.

At first, I was kind of bored. I really wanted to sing something. But my friends showed me a good time, and then they took turns buying rounds of shots. I'm normally a beer person, so I just went with what everyone else was having, which was Jager this time. Then we did another shot, and another, and I don't remember much after that. I vaguely remember almost falling over in the men's room at one point, and then riding home with my friends, who were nice enough to drive me home, and then collapsing on the couch after they helped me inside.

The next day, I woke up with the hangover from hell, and had trouble piecing together the events of the night before. I got out of bed for a little bit and got on the computer, and found a conversation on Facebook that I don't remember having, with one of my other friends who didn't know it was my birthday, and expressed her regrets for not making it out. The conversation was very hard to read, at least my side of it. After awhile, I started feeling worse and crashed out on the loveseat by the computer. Then I made my way back up to the couch, and eventually back to the bed upstairs.

I finally managed to get some food in me around 7:00 or so. The couple who took me home also plays Rock Band at their place every other Saturday, with Yours Truly on vocals, so they were expecting me over again. They said that they were going back to the bar to check out a band that was supposed to be a Metallica tribute band, and that they'd do Rock Band later when they got back. Even though I was finally feeling better, I still couldn't stomach any more alcohol, so I wasn't planning to go back to the bar at all. But they told me everyone from the night before was out again and was asking about me, so I went back out there and just had a coke. The owner overheard us talking about it being my birthday, and told the bartender to give me one on him, but I didn't want any alcohol then, so they gave me a drink chip to use next time.

The first thing I found out was that the band sucked. They were butchering the songs so badly, I had trouble recognizing some of them at first. The second thing I found out was that there was so much that I didn't remember from the night before.

I had previously thought we did 4, maybe 5 rounds of shots. It turned out that our group did enough shots that we killed almost all 3 of the bottles of Jager that were on the dispenser.

There was someone else in the group -- a friend of someone else in the group -- who I guess knew me but I didn't recognize. I'm terrible with names and faces that way. She asked if I even remembered her being there, and I told her, "I barely even remember me being here!"

My one friend told me that she lost a bet with me over whether or not I could get served again, right after she saw me hugging the claw game at the end of the bar. Apparently it went something like this:

Me: I need another beer!"
Her: They're not going to give you another one.
Me: I bet they will! I'm gonna try!
Her: Go ahead and try, but they're not going to give it to you.

I walked up to the bar, and set my empty bottle down.

Bartender: You need another one?
Me: Yeah

He gives me another beer, I walk back, show it to her proudly.
Me: Yeah! They gave me another one! I told you!

I vaguely remember riding home in the back of their car, and bouncing off the window every time they took a turn because I had no equilibrium at this point. I remember me yelling "Owww! Fuck!" and the guy laughing at me. But apparently there was more than that. They said I was trying to "drive from the back seat." The guy's wife told me it went something like this:

Me: Oh my god! I am sooooo fucking drunk! I should not be driving! I can't believe you guys let me drive like this!
Her: Mike, you're not driving. Jesse is.
Me: Ohhhhh, OK......

The next night, one of the other people in our group heard the word driving, and looked like she was about ready to kill me. "Tell me you didn't drive!" she demanded. I told her, "Fuck driving, I couldn't even walk!"

Apparently it didn't end there. When they got me home, I had trouble getting into the house. That part, I remember, along with my one friend having to take the keys and unlock the door herself. What I didn't know was that the reason it didn't work was because I was trying to unlock the door with the car key.

I vaguely remember stumbling and kind of rolling onto the couch and collapsing. My friend told me that she offered to cover me up, but I told her, "I'm good!" Then she told me I should at least take off my shoes, and I said, "Ah, fuck my shoes!" Then she said, "OK, I'm going to go. I'll lock the door." And I said, "You know, that's a great idea! You should lock the door on your way out!"

I wish someone had thought to bring a camcorder.