Reminiscing Part 2 (A Phat History Lesson)
You thought I forgot that I had to finish this story huh? Well I didn’t I just lost my train of thought.
All right a recap for those who didn’t click the link and read the first part. Me, Expletive Delph and Will were drinking (heavily), I got shot down trying to chat up a Deutcher, more drinking, and…..
So we were still at the bar (me and Will) finishing our beers(?) and being slightly inebriated we didn’t notice that Expletive Delph hasn’t been with us since we entered the bar and he told us he was going to the bathroom. It’s been two hours. Me and Will’s first thoughts were not “I wonder if Delph is o.k.” it was more like “Delph’s beer is warm, let’s split it.” So, after drinking Delph’s beer we did start wondering what had happened to him. I figured that he was probably passed out on the bathroom floor. Will figured that he ditched us to go back to the barracks. Turns out we were both wrong. Me and Will had just gotten up from the bar stool to go and look for him when he came dragging up the stairs. The conversation went something like this.
Me: “Where the f**k have you been?
Expletive Delph: “I was down stairs puking in the potted plant outside the front door.”
Me: “We drank your beer ya lush.”
Expletive Delph: “I’m good now. Lets order another round. Delph is on, baby!”
Will: “We got to go.”
To give some context to Will’s catch phrase, he was the oldest among us, and probably the most intelligent. The intelligent part is documented since he has some unheard of GPA with a BS in chemical engineering. He was the voice of reason on most of our drinking expeditions. It always ended up the same. Me, Delph, or B-Cack would get into some kind of embarrassing trouble and Will would end things by saying “We got to go.” Luckily when he said it this time, it just meant to another bar.
We left the Hard Rock 1 and headed down the street to An Sibin (why does Gaelic sound so much like Arabic) the Irish pub. Delph had gotten to his second wind and me and Will weren’t embarrassingly drunk yet. We all decided to stop and get some drunk food before we stopped into the next bar to completely humiliate ourselves. In
Delph: “Nah man. I got you.”
I decided it was time to put an end to his mouth so I simply fell back onto the cobble stone with Delph in the headlock. There was a loud “knock” and when we got up of the ground, blood was coming out from between Delph’s fingers as he held his forehead. So now the Germans walking down the street are giving us a wide birth, Delph is bleeding, and Will ends the night with “We got to go.”