WHICH WAY DID HE GO GEORGE.........

So, I get a call from THE MEXICAN asking if I want to grab a beer. Her husband has just got back from working a 2 week stint and TATTERS is going as well. How can I say no…..
I meet them at one of the local bars in town. CUTE BOYFRIEND shows up and plays pool with THE MEXICANS HUSBAND. All is well and everyone is drinking and being merry. Well so we think……After a few (okay a little more than a few) pitchers of beer THE MEXICAN looks over at her husband and sees that he is pissed and in some guys face. She turns to TATTER and me and says, “My husband just called that guy a mother fucker we need to get him out of here.” THE MEXICAN and TATTERS handle the situation and they exit the bar.
(I later find out that the guy THE MEXICANS HUSBAND was arguing with had just swindled $20 from him.)

Not even 10 minutes later I get a call from THE MEXICAN, “FEMALE JIM, are you still at the local bar?”
FEMALE JIM, “Yes we are about to leave.”
THE MEXICAN, “Well my husband is walking between TATTERS house and yours.”
FEMALE JIM, “What….”
THE MEXICAN, “MY HUSBAND is walking between TATTERS house and your. I need you to pick him up.”
FEMALE JIM, “Uhhh okay. We will leave right now. Why is he walking?”
THE MEXICAN, “I told him to get out of the car because he called me a FUCKING BLEEP.”
FEMALE JIM, “I see..We’ll take care of him.”

Needless to say THE MEXICANS HUSBAND ends up at the other local bar across the street from my house. He is sitting at the bar and on the phone with his wife when we stumble in. He is pissed off and is insisting on walking home. I some how convince him to have another beer while I am listening to him rant about THE MEXICAN. Finally after one more beer I safely put him in a cab and send him home.

I have feeling that THE MEXICANS HUSBAND isn’t breathing anymore. Heres to good times with good friends who get wasted and make fools of themselves.