PHOTO PROMPT © IN VINO VERTIGO
Try some tequila they said. Experience something new. Waking up on a couch, not knowing who owned it, or where I am, was new. I had to put a hand on the floor, to stop the room whirling around. That water-tower outside the window better settle down, too, because I don’t know where the bathroom is.
At the Miracle of Fatima, several people said they experienced visions, and the sun moved around in the sky. I can believe it. Didn’t that happen in Mexico, where tequila is king? I have a vision of Coors Lite for me, from now on.
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Steady stuff Tequila, just don’t swallow the worm in the bottle. I can imagine the intoxication and out of body experience this weird drink can have on people. Personally–I avoid.
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I’m writing strictly from research. My days of alcoholic assholery are far behind. 😉
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When I swilled a younger man’s drink. In the long run, “every form of refuge has its price,” which I too often paid. 🙂 Good one.
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Two musical references in one comment! You’re quite melodic. 🙂
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Ah, tequila. The potent potable that will make think the Pisa tower is perfectly straight.
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I remembered you remarking about tequila. I still haven’t tried it, but I used it as a partner-prompt for this cautionary tale. Thanx. 😀
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Never tried it? Get thee to a margarita immediately…!
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Is that the tower in Pisa, or the one in my former hometown of Niles, Illinois? Betcha didn’t know there were two! (Hey, they might not be too original, but Niles was my favourite of the three suburbs my folks lived in. (Don’t remember the first, we moved before I was 1 year old.)
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From the study of a few pictures, it doesn’t seem so – not enough poplar trees. It may not be in Pisa though. After you told me there were two, research revealed that there are a couple more.
I also found three (3) Niles in the US. One in metro-Chicago, one on the other side of the south end of the lake, in Michigan, and one north of you, and east of the Interstate, in Ohio. 😀
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I’m glad your MC has learned a good lesson from his over-indulgence. I wonder what he’ll be thinking when the ‘water tower’ stays off centre even after he’s fully recovered. Great title.
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Thanx for the head-pat. Some people don’t learn from their mistakes. I think this guy did. 😀
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Experience shared nicely in the story.
One who has experienced can know the effects of alcoholic spirits 🙂
Drinks/Spirits can make us experience what others can/can’t!
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Yes, but is it
artreality? I have enough trouble dealing with reality now. I don’t need it to be modified or enhanced. Just a little inebriation helps subdue my over-clocking pseudo-epilepsy. 🙂LikeLike
That’s certainly one theory! I’ve never done hard alcohol, but I’ve definitely gotten loopy from sleep deprivation which I’ve been told is similar. Fun story.
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I just published a post about my sleep deprivation. https://archonsden.wordpress.com/2022/02/18/anatomy-of-insomnia/ Mine has never been that bad. I just feel like I’m slogging around in a vat full of feathers. Thanx for the warning. 🙂
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Been there, done that. Not a memory I want to try to revive. Coors Lite is a prudent choice, Archon.
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Some of us learn from experience. I learned that, after I reached 65, I became more fragile. My current beer consumption is about a case per year – imported Newcastle Brown Ale, Innes and Gunn Lager, or a local craft brew, Waterloo Dark Ale. 🙂
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I quit drinking and partying for good at age 31 in 1994.
My late dad visited Pisa when he was in the Air Force years ago.
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There’s a Mennonite (Amish) saying that you can get on little plaques at the local Farmers’ Market. “Ve get too soon old, und too late schmart!”
With our financial and medical restrictions, I’m only half-joking when I boast that I’ve been to New Hamburg – a small town, 15 miles down the highway. 😉 😳
Pisa would be nice. Hell, Tabb would be nice. 😀
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