Monday, 18 April 2011

When I Get Drunk, Who Gonna Carry Me Home?

What am I like with the drink on me?
I suppose it all depends.
How much I've drunk, where I am, the company I keep.
Sometimes maudlin, but mostly I'm a happy drunk!

The Maps went to a great blues gig last night, the kinda stuff in the video below. And then we went to a rock gig!

Happy times!

(And it's usually Herself that carries (drives) me home!)

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17 comments:

  1. hope18 April 2011 at 16:03

    Is Mrs. Map that strong? Or do you giggle along, on your tippy toes? :)

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  2. mapstew18 April 2011 at 16:25

    hope; you know, I'd be absolutley nothing without Her strength!

    Not so much giggle as LAUGH OUT LOUD! :¬)

    xxx

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  3. Ponita in Real Life18 April 2011 at 17:26

    And I bet Mrs. Map smiles and rolls her eyes as you laugh out loud too! xoxoxo

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  4. Jimmy18 April 2011 at 21:13

    I've been carrying your sorry looking self when the drink is about you for many a year, why should I stop the now?

    For the love of god, what would you be like if you ever graduated fae halfs up to full pints?

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  5. Clyde18 April 2011 at 22:01

    I cant see you as maudlin, more entertaining and happy.
    I'll stick with the halfs and enjoy my sup--and find my way hime

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  6. mapstew19 April 2011 at 03:07

    Pon; I have that effect on people! :¬)

    xxx

    Jimmy; Maybe when I get to your age?! :¬)

    Clyde; We can all get maudlin when the right ingredients are present, but yes, I'm mostly happy, and hopefully, entertaining!

    Stick to the halfs pal, I wouldn't want ye getting lost on the way back! :¬)

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  7. Sausage Fingers19 April 2011 at 05:08

    Half pints???? I dinnae believe it, anyone that has ever known a musician kens that they have hollow legs - good fer storing pint efter pint..
    It's why I now do ma best boozing at hame....
    it's easier tae crawl ben the hoose...
    cheers, Sausage...

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  8. Kim Ayres19 April 2011 at 05:58

    One glass of wine, or one pint of beer and my head starts to swim.

    2 pints of beer and I end up with a hangover.

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  9. debra19 April 2011 at 06:04

    I would bet that the Missus has surely done her share of carrying!

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  10. GYPSYWOMAN19 April 2011 at 09:55

    geeeeee, sorry, but it's really really hard to type while i'm up boggey-woogie'n 'round the room!!!

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  11. Jimmy19 April 2011 at 10:08

    Hah! You'se are gonnae pay for that one pal. See me? I'm gonnae be the big yin at the front heckling you'se the night.

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  12. mapstew19 April 2011 at 13:55

    Sausage; I think the other fella must be talkin' about half pints of whisk(e)y! :¬)

    Kim; You can be the designated driver! :¬)

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  13. mapstew19 April 2011 at 13:56

    debra; And you would win the bet! :¬)

    xxx

    GYPSYWOMAN; I sure love them dancin' tunes! :¬)

    xxx

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  14. mapstew19 April 2011 at 14:04

    Jimmy; This lad has been heckled (and worse) by the Large Ladies of d'island! The shouts of big yins fae The Drum are like a pussycats purr in comparison! :¬)

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  15. Olga19 April 2011 at 18:17

    You know that we, Russians masterfully and almost professionally drink a lot,right :)?

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  16. mapstew20 April 2011 at 02:27

    Olga; I have been to Moscow! I was a great week, from what I remember! :¬)

    xxx

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  17. Pat20 April 2011 at 03:22

    I was a member of the Band of Hope as a child and I'm not happy with angry and querulous drunks.
    Once at a fair in Yorkshire my mischievous son brought MTL one extra pint too many, and the locals stared when I grabbed it and threw it over the grass. Their faces were a picture!

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