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When Jeff turned 21 we took him to a bar just outside the Old City, drinking Maccabee beers until it became difficult to carry him home. Aaron and I stayed up all night making sure Jeff didn't turn over in his sleep knowing the whole time we were slated to hike through the Valley of the Shadow of Death the next day. John and David pulled the day shift, walking Jeff through the desert while Aaron and I did our best to not fall over from exhaustion scrambling over the rocks. When we go back to the hostel, we got it in the ear from the management thanks to all the vomit stains in the room. To make matters worse, Jeff had lost his hearing-aid the night before. He would have to read lips for a week or two before the new one would show up in the mail.
We got a lot of subsequent flack from the people we were with for not "taking care of our friend." This always rankled me. That's exactly what we did every step of the way.
4 comments:
I think they meant the part where you got him shit-faced in the first place. asshole.
I'm pretty sure that was the day Jenny fell for Geoff - so, really, we deserved some gratitude.
Getting your friends shit-faced is one of the best things you can do. Christ BD, there is no way I am going to that billionaire's party with you now.
Chicken, I was trying real hard to mispell names!
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