Debacherous Night Before Thanksgiving Stories Part 3 - “Cousin Ricky Has a Rough Night”
At the annual night before Thanksgiving town reunion at Frenchy’s in Roselle Park.
Had a scotch. Had another scotch. Then a few more scotches. When I had enough there I stumbled across the street to the Sun Tavern to have a beer, because I had enough scotch. Once I realized how drunk I was, I declined, and had a glass of water.
I dont remember who drove me home, but when I got there, my neighbor Al was out front with his friend, and noticed how hammered I was. Then I threw up on the side of my house. Then I went downstairs and passed out in my clothes on the futon in my basement next to the pool table. I threw up several times throughout the night.
The morning came and I was shot. My wife came down and found me throwing up in the bathroom, which was too small to fit my body. My wife, Joanne, slammed the door against my ribs numerous times and told me,
“You better not go to my mothers house, if you do, I’m leaving.”
I drove myself to my mother in laws, and lived on water all day, which I couldn’t keep down. I threw up at my mother in laws house several times on Thanksgiving of 2003.
