Rolling down a hill.

[libertyjug68]

Extentuating circumstances surrounding the punch line of this event may or may not be interesting to the reader but I feel a few will help to set the scene. It was late spring in Boise and I had recently been dumped by my girlfriend, and drinking partner, after a booze soaked ballyhoo and Bukowski style morning of tears and beers and barfing. Well I was ruminating and drinking wine some weeks later absolutley unable to sleep as a normal person lying down in a bed and getting six to eight hours a night. No I was catching my zzzzzz's in chairs, sitting up on couches and even on fence rails. This particular night I walked, burdened by the inability to sleep, to the top of a bluff that overlooks the city. Here I sat on the top rail of a split rail fence and relaxed sipping red wine and gazing at the lights in the valley. Suddenly I was awakened by the sound of my ceramic cup hitting the ground and found that I was rolling down a steep embankment of dry desert grasses and loose dry sand. That is it, I finally fell asleep, on a fence nonetheless, and woke up rolling down a hill. Some teeenagers out on a night prowl saw me grabbing at and losing hold of the hummocks of grass slipping down the hill and then finally making some progress of ascent. As I neared the perch from which I had fallen I heard one of them say, " a person could really get hurt falling down that slope", and then I like some beast from from a gin mill angry with the world scoldingly ordered them to "move along, move along". The Humpty Dumpty of a sleepless hell.

[Mayhem]

Wow. I'd have broken many bones on that tumble. You must be made of Silly Putty.

[philtron3030]

HAHA...for some reason I pictured Will Farrel in Old School

Drunk, sedated, rolling down a hill

[lmr5150]

Extentuating circumstances surrounding the punch line of this event may or may not be interesting to the reader but I feel a few will help to set the scene. It was late spring in Boise and I had recently been dumped by my girlfriend, and drinking partner, after a booze soaked ballyhoo and Bukowski style morning of tears and beers and barfing. Well I was ruminating and drinking wine some weeks later absolutley unable to sleep as a normal person lying down in a bed and getting six to eight hours a night. No I was catching my zzzzzz's in chairs, sitting up on couches and even on fence rails. This particular night I walked, burdened by the inability to sleep, to the top of a bluff that overlooks the city. Here I sat on the top rail of a split rail fence and relaxed sipping red wine and gazing at the lights in the valley. Suddenly I was awakened by the sound of my ceramic cup hitting the ground and found that I was rolling down a steep embankment of dry desert grasses and loose dry sand. That is it, I finally fell asleep, on a fence nonetheless, and woke up rolling down a hill. Some teeenagers out on a night prowl saw me grabbing at and losing hold of the hummocks of grass slipping down the hill and then finally making some progress of ascent. As I neared the perch from which I had fallen I heard one of them say, " a person could really get hurt falling down that slope", and then I like some beast from from a gin mill angry with the world scoldingly ordered them to "move along, move along". The Humpty Dumpty of a sleepless hell.

Good story, Brother.

Here's my question: were you pissed that you lost a girl or your best drinking partner? Honestly, I might vote for the latter.

Please tell me that you were drinking wine because that was the last available booze next to Listerine.

[Oggar]

I've fallen down many a hill but oddly always while undrunk. I have a friend prone to acts of attempted gravity defiance though strange since the guy is on the larger side 5'10" and about 300lbs. Once a a party he climbed up onto the roof of a garage, the roof was flat and the garage attached to the house. He passed out on the roof and the proceded to roll all the way to the edge where he stopped and balanced himself precariously. I found a ladder climbed up and rolled him up against the house. I got down and he rolled back to the edge- again the roof was not slanted! This happens a couple more times before I administer the sternum rub and make him get off the roof.

The same friend at another party is standing on the edge of a hill leaning on a lamp post. Drinking the last of some plastic jug Vodka he decided to mix with water- by this point all the other booze was gone until I arrived with re-enforcements (I was working at the bar and the party had been underway for several hours). My buddy was happy I had finally arrived and decided that I needed to have some of his drink with him. I obliged but warm jug Vodka and water isn't as good as it sounds. I hand him back the bottle and he goes to lean back. He misses the lamp post and tumbles head over heels down the hill, stopping just short of falling off the retaining wall onto the sidewalk below. He folds his hands across his chest and promptly passes out, snorring loudly.

[libertyjug68]

I once missed a staircase at a friends cabin and slipped down an adjacent steep slope the bottom of which I ended up standing on reclining at a 70 degree angle my back against the slope. It was there I slept and apparently snored. (What's wrong with wine or Listerine for that matter?)

[Negromancer]

Great show! I can't say I've rolled down too many hills while drunk. I have gone camping(on reenactments and shit) and found the tent to be in a slope, where I fell asleep woke up as I rolled into the other end, then moved back up, woke up as I rolled down the other end again etc.

There was one time when I was fifteen, I was drunk on some sort of sweet 4% wine(!!!!) I lay down on a lawn on a hill one wet summer night. Somebody rolled me over, I rolled my way down the hillside, lay there for a minute to collect myself and went back inn. My pants and my jacket was a field scattered with the mush from seemingly hundreds of dead snails.