Back in the day, this boy could party. Having just graduated from college, it was a natural progression in life. My friends and I would spend many a weekend attending sporting events, bar-hopping, and just plain partying. I remember it fondly... ah, yes, the "lost" summer of '92. Every once in a while my friends from that time period and I will reminisce and it's not unusual for the following exchange to take place:
Friend 1: Remember the Summer of 92?Now, it's not as if we were drunk every minute of the summer-we did manage to hold down jobs. But, it's good fun to look back at that lost summer.Friend 2: No.
Another quote born of that summer was in relation to someone being able to drive at the end of the night. That exchange goes like this:
Friend 1: (to obviously inebriated Friend 2) Are you going to be OK to drive?Friend 2: Sure. (long, dramatic pause) When?
Let's analyze the response more closely. Friend 2 is obviously drunk yet responds "sure, I'm OK to drive" to friend 1's question. Than, after pensive pause, Friend 2 adds, "when?" to his response. Friend 2 obviously can't drive now, but perhaps several hours later or in the morning, Friend 2 will be able to drive. Let's run through it one more time, more quickly.
Friend 1: Are you going to be OK to drive?That's funny stuff!Friend 2: Sure. When?
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