Sorry. The Boys and I had a party last night. 5 hours of drinking LIIT* plus purty ladies = rowdy Bruce. The hotel room with the liquor was locked when we got back, so in my drunken fury that justified a door-kicking-down. Um, sorry about that Mister Hotel Man.
He was glad I was honest and charged me $175 which I don’t have.
If I were the S.W.A.T team I would have been very successful at arresting myself. (Note to S.W.A.T team, donkey style door kicking is much more effective than movie style door kicking)
As a post script, after a night of heavy drinking, you have three choices:
Sober up.
Keep the “party” going.
3 Hi Opal!
I have chosen number 2. I really need to shut my computer down before I really embarass myself.
Oh, and sorry about the “Hi Opal” thing. I’m drinking.
Actually, for drunk enough to start kicking down doors, I thought he was doing a pretty good job at typing. I mean he included a link, something I wouldn’t even attempt sober.
Holy smokes.
That’s a perfect example of the difference between what it costs and what it’s worth.
If Bruce Daddy could cite a drink that’s worth kicking a down down for, heck, I’d join him.
Yep, and it’s pretty good, but not after a night of Canadian Club. (Not that I remember coherently…)
It’d probably be better by itself. Of course, so would the door BruceDaddy kicked in. It’s a matter of perspective.
To the OP: If this happened once, it can happen again. Next time it could be a 27 inch color tv through a plate glass window that lands into an indoor swimming pool at a posh hotel in Destin, Florida. This happened to an old friend of mine many years ago, after he fell off a an eighteen year old wagon. My boss had to pay people (hotel staff and security guards) off to keep him out of jail and not throw him out of said hotel. Don’t even consider the factor of the cost of replacing windows, televisions and pool cleaning into that.
The guy didn’t even remember doing it. He only remembers wanting more vodka. My husband remembers my boss dragging him off a barstool as he was downing a fifth of Absolut and telling everyone in the hotel (at the top of his lungs) it was still “Happy Hour”.
It doesn’t always happen like this. Thank the gods. However, once before all the crap happened at this motel, many years before, I remember him telling me of an earlier time where he kicked in a door at a hotel…and we both laughed.
Next time it could well be way more than $175. Just sayin’.
[sub]True story. I got a chill reading this thread, because of what had happened to my friend.[/sub]