Rum & Grapes

Kurt and I went on a motorcycle camp out with a bunch of friends. Kurt and everybody else rode to the place and I took my truck with the dogs.

I had not eaten all day, so once I arrived I started snacking on grapes. That night it was decided that we would have “biker stew”. None of us brought any food, so we all went to the store to grab a can of soup to add to the pot. We also made a trip to the liquor store and I bought a pint of rum. The soup sounded gross to me, but I got a bowl and tried it…NASTY. I didn’t eat more than a couple bites and went straight back to grapes. That night we all started drinking and so I mixed up some rum & coke for myself. I drank almost the whole pint. Just before we all decided to turn in Kurt and I and another friend made a trip to the bathroom. Now the whole time I was drinking I had been sitting, so I didn’t realize that my legs had turned into rubber bands – Kurt had to almost carry me to the bathroom.

After I was done we went back to the tent. I lay down for a bit and could feel the earth rotate so I got back up, unzipped the tent and curled up to Petie. “Oh Petie” I sat there hugging and petting him as he tried to lean away from his drunk “mommy”. Kurt came out of the tent for moral support (I’m not sure if for me or Petie), and then it happened. The next morning the friend that had hiked with us to the bathrooms described what he heard as, “It sounded like someone was just pouring water out.” He was a little confused by the sound and then it suddenly hit him, “AAHH where’s my earplugs!” When I got up in the morning I felt fine. I saw where my uuhh mess was and it was nothing more than a wet area with “grape shells”. It looked like thousands of some kind of little reptile had hatched there.