Drunk women ARE overrated. They tend to puke a lot. Kills the mood.
I went to the Detroit Rockets farewell concert in the early 80s. Prior to, I hooked up with one of my sister’s girl friends... smokin’ hot little broad... She started poundin the Rum and citrus concoction I was rather fond of in the day. I told her to slow down, ‘ that stuff creeps up n ya...” Well, she kept at it...
Heaving her guts out by the second song. I let her sit there the whole concert... ...no way was I going to pass up or lose out this night! Came home on leave specifically for this concert at the Knob.
But by the time the sixth and last Encore was finished, she got her second wind and managed to make it home without releasing any more vomit in my triple black ‘77 Cutlass. She would have been road side had she done that!!