Now for any of you that happen to have ever drank, for some lost souls out there are sorely lacking in their ability to booze it up, there came a point in my evening that I’m sure you have encountered before. That blessed moment when you have to stop and seriously consider the possibility that if you puke now, the spins may stop slightly sooner then if you didn’t. Well I tell ya, I sat, then stood, then staggered, then smoked a smoke, then staggered a bit more, then sat and watched, or more to the point let it wash over me like a sickly wave of dirty water, the show we had started, then staggered a bit more, then the choice was taken from me by the sheer fact that I waited it out long enough and the spins slowed and eventually stopped. Then I was just really drunk again for a few hours.
My buddy ended up going to bed so I figured it was time for me as well, so off to bed I went as well. They have an extra room now, so I was able to crash out in there and that is where they have their love sacks. Now for those of you not in the “know” love sacks are the next generation bean bag, but without the annoying little white balls of Styrofoam that get everywhere possible in your house after the slightest small tear in the pleather or whatever it happens to be made out of. The love sack uses the memory foam stuff, but you have foam ripping parties and then stuff that into bags of much better construction then I had ever seen. To sleep on these things is like submerging yourself into a cloud, if the cloud looked like it could support you and did without dumping your dumb ass onto the ground for thinking it could support you. I’ve been trying for years to get my wife to agree to buy some so we could be couchless, but alas she is not convinced.
