Wednesday's Words of Wisdom

          Good morning Ham Sandwich lovers. Today's Words of Wisdom h h old a special place in my heart because of this past weekend in Dewey Beach, Delaware. Some friends and I went in search of a Memorial Celebration and found an all weekend affair, it would start on Friday and end on what is called "Suicide Sunday."

           So here are my Words of Wisdom. If you are going to drink all day, DO NOT d  ouble fist with liquor and beer! Dewey Beach has a couple of signature drinks that are loaded with liquor and taste like virgin daiquiris. Prepare to be in bad shape fast when you pair that with a cold Miller Lite. Try to know your limits before you become the wasted guy stumbling down the street, blacked out, before the Sun goes down.

           I arrived late on Friday night and met everyone else at the bar. During the walk I noticed all of the people stumbling around and slurring their words. It was quite a spectacle. Fast forward to Saturday morning and there I was with a "Dewey Devil" and a bottle of beer on the fast track to blackout town. I went there with a vengeance, trying to drink as fast as possible until my ability to communicate was severely hindered. I then would stumble back to the hotel room, hoping someone had done the same, stopping at random food joints for mozzarella sticks. And I don't even like mozzarella sticks. I'd love to tell you why that’s what I ordered, but if you've read this far, you know my brain was fast asleep long before I wandered into that pizza place.

          The next day came as sure as my headache did, but I was in Dewey Beach and had to roll with it. We headed to the bar for breakfast and a medicinal Bloody Mary. I was scarred from a bad experience with a Bloody Mary in NYC one afternoon so I thought about going with a Mimosa. Normally I don't give any weight to what bartenders tell me about their drinks, but when it comes to Bloody Marys, I will always trust an older lady that looks like she's had a few in her day. (And maybe a few already that day.)

           After breakfast we all headed to the bar to continue our weekend of festivities. I didn't learn anything from the night before and went right back to double fisting like a damn rookie.

          SoS again, DO NOT double fist when you're going to be drinking all day. Sunday didn't last nearly as long as Saturday did. I was passed out in the hotel room before 6pm. From what I was told I had quite a lean going on and looked like I had been awake for 72 straight hours. The next day was rough to say the least.

                Since I can’t learn from my mistakes, I hope that you can heed my warning. If you are going to drink all day, DO NOT double fist liquor and beer! Because let's be honest, the mozzarella sticks I was eating could have been a Ham Sandwich, if you know what I mean.