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We were drinking a drink called...”Nippers”.

Now, I like to drink on occasion (now much rarer) and I have a pretty high capacity before strangers can tell I am intoxicated. I don’t get nasty (so I am told) I just laugh a lot more...:)

So, we are down on the beach, drinking these Nippers, and I have no idea what is in them. At least two types of liquor, with some kind of juice or sweet liquid.

Anyway, I had two or three of these, and I thought they were pretty good. When the next round came down to us, three of the group said theirs didn’t taste like they had any alcohol in them.

I gallantly volunteered to walk back up the the bar and have the bartender check them out.

If you have ever told a bartender something like that, they usually grab a swizzle straw, trap some and taste it or something like that.

In this case, without hesitation, the bartender turned around, grabbed two gallon jugs of some kind of booze (guessing rum and vodka) and proceeded to simply fill the cups...he looked up as he did it, and said “Say When.”

I bought the drinks back down, and the folks said they didn’t want them, so...can’t let them go to waste...they have to go down SOME hatch, right?

We decided to walk up to the...er...bar...if that is what it could be called, and I gathered up two folding chairs and a bag so my arms were full. As I went to get up off my knees, I lost my balance and pitched forward (still kneeling)

Most Un-intoxicated people would simply let go of the items, break their fall with their hands, regather the items and keep on going.

As I toppled forward, that process simply didn’t work, and at the last moment I tucked my chin down and the crown of my head went straight into the sand.

Ouch. I was completely intoxicated at that point, though, and while I didn’t feel a thing, I could not turn my head side to side. That lasted for about three more weeks, I had an MRI that found nothing, but to this day, I have a slight grinding noise in my neck when I turn my head from side to side, though the pain is generally not an issue.

Fortunately for me, there was a woman in our group who appeared to be even more intoxicated than I was, and was not functional. I was functional, could walk and talk, but we had to carry her up the ladder from the raft into the boat. They were afraid she had alcohol poisoning.

To this day, the other people maintain that we must have had some drug slipped into our drinks, but...I don’t think so, at least not on my part.

When I heard this song, much later, though, I laughed uproariously at it. It fit the place to a “T”.