Alcoholic Libations..

the Ferret said:
I discovered when I was 19 that I wasn't any good at drinking....
Click to expand...
Yeah, me neither. That's why I kept working so hard at it when I was younger :biggrin: I finally got the exercise figured out by the end of my second freshman year of college. Back then, most people couldn't understand my level of stupidity, but they admired my dedication to it. Still applies today :rofl1: I look back and wonder how I survived the fraternity days.......but, damn, they were fun.
Mike
 
Al st1100 said:
Years back stopped at a bar in Havana IL to get a drink after a very hot day of riding. All the bar stools were bolted to the floor and they served drinks in plastic cups, tough joint. :box1:
Click to expand...
Bar I bounced at, frequented by commercial fishermen from the port a 1/2mile away, had to ban bottles because they were being used as weapons. Nightly. Say what you want but nobody is tougher than commercial fishermen. My first night at work two Greek fishermen, still dressed in slickers and stinking of fish, went after each other with the fillet knives they still had in their belts. Working there was an experience.
 
rwthomas1 said:
Bar I bounced at, frequented by commercial fishermen from the port a 1/2mile away, had to ban bottles because they were being used as weapons. Nightly. Say what you want but nobody is tougher than commercial fishermen. My first night at work two Greek fishermen, still dressed in slickers and stinking of fish, went after each other with the fillet knives they still had in their belts. Working there was an experience.
Click to expand...
You get hazzard pay? :rofl1: That bartender in Havana recomended we not say after 5. No local police and county took their tme. :nuts:
 
After growing up with an alcoholic father, one would think that I oppose the thought of drinking (and I received the brunt of my dad's aggression when he drank) I love drinking beer, but I do partake within reason. Once I could drink, a beer company called Bell's opened up down the street, so I ended up being an early adopter of Two hearted ale, and Oberon (which started out with the name Solsun, until Larry got sued and had to switch the name). But I keep all my ales at room temp, which is how they should be consumed. Lagers are meant to be chilled, so a super cold Bud Light on a 90+ degree day tastes great.
As for hard stuff, I enjoy rum or whiskey and coke. I have siblings that cannot handle it like my dad. I got lucky, I can go for days without even thinking about it (alcohol).
Some funny stories here, keep em' coming.
 
In the 'good old days' when I was a young detective constable in the black country, part of my duties used to include visitations to licensed premises in Walsall town centre. These premises used to be, how can I put it? Oh yes, rough, and the clientele were, how can I put it? Oh yes, rough. They used to drink pints of beer using straws, because they could get blotto quicker, and that was just the women.
Happy days!
I could write a book, but I daren't.
Don't try that at home by the way.
On the other hand.
 
rwthomas1 said:
Bar I bounced at, frequented by commercial fishermen from the port a 1/2mile away, had to ban bottles because they were being used as weapons. Nightly. Say what you want but nobody is tougher than commercial fishermen. My first night at work two Greek fishermen, still dressed in slickers and stinking of fish, went after each other with the fillet knives they still had in their belts. Working there was an experience.
Click to expand...
A relative who was a young Mountie, was the sole officer on duty in a small fishing village on New Year's (there was another officer sitting at home with a radio as back up). He got called to the local bar to deal with a fisherman who was, reportedly huge, and refusing to leave the establishment. My relative managed to convince him that he would give him a ride to another establishment down the road but had to put him in the back for safety/regulation reasons. Once the fisherman was ensconced in the back seat he was informed he was going to the detachment cell. He was permitted to kick the crap out of the interior of the cruiser before passing out and then driven and placed in the cell with the additional charge of mischief for causing damage to the cruiser.
 
Weaselinsuit said:
A relative who was a young Mountie, was the sole officer on duty in a small fishing village on New Year's (there was another officer sitting at home with a radio as back up). He got called to the local bar to deal with a fisherman who was, reportedly huge, and refusing to leave the establishment. My relative managed to convince him that he would give him a ride to another establishment down the road but had to put him in the back for safety/regulation reasons. Once the fisherman was ensconced in the back seat he was informed he was going to the detachment cell. He was permitted to kick the crap out of the interior of the cruiser before passing out and then driven and placed in the cell with the additional charge of mischief for causing damage to the cruiser.
Click to expand...

Yeah, the cops in the town where that bar was did not suffer fools. In the days before cellphones, cameras, pepper spray, and anyone giving a thought to "police brutality" they would wade into a melee with lead shot lined gloves and nightsticks just laying people out. Bars were predominantly drunk fishermen/construction workers or drunk college kids. Or both. I had a 50/50 chance of a fight every night, simply because there were two floors to the establishment. There was always a fight, just had to guess which floor.....
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top Bottom