Some 2 Days Later

I am still hurting. Had a night of drinking on Wed night and am just about recovered. One of those nights. Usually the best kind. Not really planned, they just sort of happen and then continue to happen. Had some friends in town and I met up with them at a reception for a friends Iraq documentary, 'We Love You, Mrs. Bevins.' Basically, the story of 4 comics going to Iraq to entertain the troops. The reception started around 9:30PM at an Italian restaurant in St. Pete, Fla. I had a hotel room booked as I knew things could get crazy and was not about to drive 45 minutes home. I also had an 8:50AM flight the next morning but didn't want to think about that as I began pouring Heineken down my throat. At some point the party moved to a dive called 'Rudy T's.' That's when the shots broke out. I don't know about you kids, but my shot days are over. Or so I thought. Doesn't really matter how old you are, if a friend calls you a pussy, you drink the shot. Or at least I did. Every time I turned around, someone was handing me a shot or beer. Or both. Rudy T's wrapped around 2:30AM but this party wasn't going to end. Back to the hotel! Mini bars were opened and cans of beer consumed. Sometime around 3:30AM I found myself across the street purchasing microwavable cheeseburgers. I might as well have just leaned over and picked up some dogshit on the road and consumed that. What was I thinking? Oh, that's right, I wasn't. My stomach thought it was hungry and that was the food that was available. That fucker dropped into my gut and sat there for 24 hours. I hit the rack sometime around 4:30AM to be greeted by a 6:45AM wake-up call. Nothing like 2 hours of passed out sleep with a rock in your gut to get you moving. I was sporting the same clothes I wore the evening of the debauchery and felt like the whore of Babylon as I meandered to my flight. I'm sure I wreaked of beer, butts and whiskey. Luckily I flew on a small Gulfstream, so I didn't have anyone next to me. As I made my way to the airport I felt sorry for the poor bastard who was going to be stuck next to Otis the drunk. I pictured some businessman, after getting a good nights sleep, showering, eating a healthy breakfast and having the wife drop him off. He then gets plopped down to Stinky McDrunky. Nice. Sort of like Dr. McDreamy only not hot and smelling like a dive bar. Luckily for all concerned it didn't go that way. I eventually made it to the port and boarded my ship.

I now sail for 4 days and do 1 show. Seems there is a hoard of Koreans on board. I'm sure they will be digging my brand o' comedy. Maybe I can mention that I know Margret Cho. They might like that. Maybe not. I really don't care. I'm just happy that I slept, showered and ate some vegetables. Good to be back!