Grateful Dead

My personal favorite vomit story is from '92, I think. Had tickets to a 4 band show(Big Audio Dynamite, PIL, Live, Blind Melon. Got well oiled prior to arriving. Was drinking the last of my Samiclaus Beer(14% alcohol). Trying to get down the last of the Sami quickly, it came back up. I turned my head to the right, puked on the wall beside me, IN STRIDE, never missing a step. My buddy who was with me said "Did you just Vom"?? I smiled and replied in the affirmative. After the show, we went to a friend's house, did the best blotter I've ever had, and stayed up until daylight. A great night.

Maybe next time, I'll tell the "puked in my girlfriend's bush" story. No, it's not what you think. Get your mind out of the gutter!!
Peace and stay healthy everyone.

All this talk of Ralph unfortunately brings back the memory of seeing Monty Pythons The Meaning of Life and “that” nasty scene...people were literally running out of the Theater....thank God!

....unfortunately, I can't recall them.

Right on Oro, lets party. besides.. we have all the tp. Try having a puking stolen beer truck party without enough tp to clean up all the pukin'.

Not pretty.

Mr Jimmy, GET A GRIP MAN! Remeber, when the going gets weird, the weird turn pro! Screw the lecherous thieving bastards! If I wasn’t under a self quarantine beer exile I’d be there in a Cassidy minute. We’d be there before the weirdness even started. But these wort hog string worm suffering inbred imbeciles are probably all ready tripping over each other each other and landing in a great big pile of drooling JP prom night madness....no mi amigo, we’re better off away from these evil bastards. Think Hot Tub, green coffee beans, high powered smoke, and chilled ripple, all powered by a good gawd dang dose of Ge-rateful, fuggin Dead, yes sir my man I’d say you got it on them shlubs,
God bless the Chile who has his own! Fuck em all but six!

Had a few vomit inducing drinking episodes, pissdrunk at least once. To quote Dean Martin, you're not drunk if you can lie on the floor without holding on. Long time since I got drunk, but I remember.

Yeah, I hear you Icrmcnkd. I went to the bank in the supermarket in my town and it was chaos, lines from all the checkouts down into the aisles, no toilet paper of course (why is that the first thing to run out?). Cruised on up to the Missoula Costco for the regular shopping I do every couple of weeks and wow - virtually all of the fresh meat was gone, no TP, and pretty packed with shoppers. I'm pretty stocked up since I generally buy in bulk, but still kind of a weird vibe. Unlike VGuy I only have one freezer though. And this is at a time when Montana has no confirmed cases of Coronavirus, and most of the adjacent states had their first confirmed cases in the last day or two. Crazy.
Edit: Turns out we have 4 cases in Montana as of today.

I'm actually only about 10% Italian..

To pivot.. I'm just a little deflated because I had the perfect week off, festivities planned. The whole trip being kicked off by a hijacking a full, ice cold, refrigerated beer truck delicately parking and carefully hiding it under the hemlocks out back . Alas, my plan was been foiled by some clever lurkers here, the only place I still hold trust..

And somewhere up North.. perhaps a mere 8 or 9 hour drive there is a raging party with a big screen TV, lots of folks we know carrying on partying down with plundered pilfered ice cold beer from the stolen neighborhood beer truck from down the street, dispensaries abound.. and no invite for me. I bet tomorrow we hear of some mighty fine puking stories. Out of respect.. folks, please PM the puking stories from tonight, I am very week and emotionally fragile after the loss of my beloved, stolen, refrigerated beer truck.

True.. I cannot prove KCJanes stole the beer truck moments before I intended to steal it myself, True, he drove it directly to central Mass where the real fun apparently is. But..., honor amongst thieves I don't hold a grudge. I am just a little down for not getting the invite. I have been checking my PMs twice a minute since 10:02 yesterday morning hoping I could gleefully share in the plundered spirits.. but no.. Thirsty as I am, apparently there was not enough to share. I get it.

argh.. to late to drive anyway I am giving up..., reaching for the last bottle of ripple in the wine cellar. Sort of like celebrating Christmas alone while a party rages next door.

Nevermind.. have a great weekend all. Just me and some ripple. cold. tired.. I'll be fine. Really. man, this is a nice brokedown palace they are playing. I never realized just how lonely and sad this song is. Hunter was a genius. A depressed, lonely, sad genius, but a genius nonetheless. So much to be thankful for. Kumbayahumbug.. thud (forehead coming to a sudden rest on the cold cement floor of the basement).

RougeDeadGuy: Nice Tunes!...and yeah, that’s why they call it the “Green Rush” Good Work, Keep your eye on the beat son!
VGUY: Dave’s 16, perhaps my favorite? That DS is a real Boobie Dazzler. And speaking of cases, stocked up on a hole plethora of liter stuff. The weather has finally started to change and with the extra day light we’ve been hankering for some lighter stuff: Surly, Mod Pod, Can O Bliss, Pilsner Urquil, Arrogant Bastard, Narwhal, WtFO, and finally able to score some Kalamazoo Stout....yum, quaffing the fresh as we speak!
Life’s been so weird lately, I’m considering putting my self in a self quarantine beer exile!
No Hockey! Shit, I haven’t had time all season, was really looking forward to the playoffs...Sabre’s suck, but the AVs were looking good, bummer!
ConeKids Vault...are you referring to Music, or beer? Bet you have a “primo” stash of both eh!
Happy Fiday folks, be safe and play Dead

I just geared up for a walk and put on Spectrum Specters Rebooted (aka 1973 Spectrum show Dave's Picks + my own bonus tracks snucked in); but heck if you're going with Scooby Doo House, that works for me. Change in venue coming right up. They're pretty much the same way week anyway right? May as well start with Disc 3 and get straight to the face melting stuff.

Vomit stories... Where do I even start. I think I already told the one about the Hotel balcony New Year's Eve in Montreal. That was the night it was so cold you couldn't even walk two blocks to the next bar without your face getting freezer burned. I forget what floor we were on but it was high up. Pretty sure the vomit froze before it hit the ground ( all 10 times between 4 and 9AM).

Rolling Stones Bridges to Babylon tour. I wasn't planning on going but changed my mind the day of, due to all the excitement on the radio. Usually within 24 hours of the show all the tickets sharks sell their inventory back to Ticketmaster, so there are some good seats available at face value. Ended up going by myself. Not an unusual occurrence. Concert parking lots are the easiest place to make friends. So I got there about an hour and a half early, got nice and primed (balloons were everywhere). Didn't have any weed but fortunately the guy next to me inside did. He got his ticket that day too, and was also solo, so he was more than happy to share. We split three nice size fatties, along with some other seagulls nearby. He was good to go halfway through the last one (and so was I), and he said keep it. So I put it in my pocket for later.

The show was magnificent. Our seats were great. Spent an hour in the Vet Stadium parking lot afterward, just waiting for the traffic to let out - so more Rolling Stones balloons it was. Oh and I forgot, this dude had a flask too, so I was pretty well loaded. Finally ran out of cash and got in my car to go home. There was still a line of cars trying to get out of the lot. I would say it was about 10 minutes later that I finally hit the road and ended up, I think on Packer Avenue. Traffic was stop-and-go on my way to the Walt Whitman Bridge back to Jersey.

And I started feeling queasy... so about a minute later I determined the traffic was stop-and-go because there was a cop directing traffic to the bridge. So I drove along on my way, and don't you know he holds up his hand to stop traffic beginning with me. At that point I felt vomiting was an inevitability, and the thought of handcuffs and flashing lights and a night in the tank started going through my head. Then I remembered the half a joint in my pocket and added possession to the list of bad things that were about to happen to me. The cop was no more than 20 feet from me, which is REALLY close. Eye contact close. A minute went by that lasted an eternity, but he still didn't wave me on. He kept looking at the line of cars that was stacking up behind me so that he knew when to let my line go. There was no way to lean out the door and do it. That would have been an instabust. There wad a half full Burger King cup in the drink holder. And that was it. I took the lid off and filled the cup to overflowing. When I looked up he was no longer looking in my direction; he had just put his hand up to stop the traffic that was passing in front of me. He looked me in the eye and waved me on. There is no way he wouldn't have seen me leaning into that cup had he been facing my direction at the time. Needless to say I drove home with the windows open. About halfway home I started feeling queasy again and just sparked up the other half a joint. No more queasiness. What a show. They played Crazy Mama that night. I was happy.

Alvarhanso, glad to hear you broke out Live at Leeds, on vinyl no less. Such great stuff. The Isle of Wight show from 1970 is also widely available on CD and video and vinyl too. Pretty sure they have that one on red white and blue colored vinyl.

The Scooby-Doo Dark Star IS one of the better ones Vguy - I'm well into it at this point.

Oborious, hahaha " boobie dazzler" - curse you for getting me thinking about boobies. Mrs. KeithFan can't have too many spiked Seltzer's tonight or she'll fall right asleep.