Rio part II...
Here's a problem for you...
The emotionally handicapped + dinner in a foreign country + LOTS of alcohol = A night of fun.
I knew that the suggestion of going to a "fancy" restaurant was a recipe for disaster, but I went anyway. I am in the unique position of being one of the few within this business I have chosen that does not drink, so I had a birdseye view of the wreckage, plus I remembered it all the next day.
The trip to the restaurant was very cool, because they sent a bus to pick us up. We got to the restaurant and right off the alcohol starts flowing. This particular restaurant (forgive me I forgot the name of the place) served meat on a sword and boy was it awesome. There is a restaurant just like it here in Orlando, so I knew what to expect. (as far as the meal went) As the alcohol and food kept coming, the conversation got louder. After the meal the waiter came by with the dessert cart and insisted that I have something from the cart. I almost got into a fight with the guy because he kept trying to shove food at me that I didn't want. He then came back around later trying to get me to have an after dinner liquor. I was ready to punch him out. Meanwhile, the rest of the group kept on drinking. Four of the people in our group had to leave because they had shows to do, so I volunteered to stay behind and keep an eye on them. BIG MISTAKE! They kept on drinking and talking very loud. The other customers in the restaurant were staring at us and shaking their heads. I think a group got up and left because one of the guys kept saying "America Rules", and "What the fuck are you looking at?" Charming. I noticed that the waiters started standing around the table, so I said "It's time to go, NOW!"
Now I had a group of eight drunk people that wanted more to drink, and I had to find a place for them. As we were walking one of the group kept saying that he had to piss. I told him to hold it until we found a place. Obviously he couldn't wait because he stepped behind a big sign that was in front of the doorway of a bank and took a piss. The bad part of it was that he was taking a piss in front of a camera that was pointed straight at the door, so the security guard on duty ran out to yell at him to stop. Richard Pryor said it best..."Men have you ever tried to stop your piss? You get eight hernias trying to stop it." Needless to say, the guy that was taking a piss was getting yelled at by the security guy while he was pissing. He didn't stop. I thought we were all going to jail, but we walked away from that situation, and found an Irish Pub. Drinks were had by all and we all made it back to the hotel in one piece where the group proceeded to drink until the sun came up.
To be concluded...
The emotionally handicapped + dinner in a foreign country + LOTS of alcohol = A night of fun.
I knew that the suggestion of going to a "fancy" restaurant was a recipe for disaster, but I went anyway. I am in the unique position of being one of the few within this business I have chosen that does not drink, so I had a birdseye view of the wreckage, plus I remembered it all the next day.
The trip to the restaurant was very cool, because they sent a bus to pick us up. We got to the restaurant and right off the alcohol starts flowing. This particular restaurant (forgive me I forgot the name of the place) served meat on a sword and boy was it awesome. There is a restaurant just like it here in Orlando, so I knew what to expect. (as far as the meal went) As the alcohol and food kept coming, the conversation got louder. After the meal the waiter came by with the dessert cart and insisted that I have something from the cart. I almost got into a fight with the guy because he kept trying to shove food at me that I didn't want. He then came back around later trying to get me to have an after dinner liquor. I was ready to punch him out. Meanwhile, the rest of the group kept on drinking. Four of the people in our group had to leave because they had shows to do, so I volunteered to stay behind and keep an eye on them. BIG MISTAKE! They kept on drinking and talking very loud. The other customers in the restaurant were staring at us and shaking their heads. I think a group got up and left because one of the guys kept saying "America Rules", and "What the fuck are you looking at?" Charming. I noticed that the waiters started standing around the table, so I said "It's time to go, NOW!"
Now I had a group of eight drunk people that wanted more to drink, and I had to find a place for them. As we were walking one of the group kept saying that he had to piss. I told him to hold it until we found a place. Obviously he couldn't wait because he stepped behind a big sign that was in front of the doorway of a bank and took a piss. The bad part of it was that he was taking a piss in front of a camera that was pointed straight at the door, so the security guard on duty ran out to yell at him to stop. Richard Pryor said it best..."Men have you ever tried to stop your piss? You get eight hernias trying to stop it." Needless to say, the guy that was taking a piss was getting yelled at by the security guy while he was pissing. He didn't stop. I thought we were all going to jail, but we walked away from that situation, and found an Irish Pub. Drinks were had by all and we all made it back to the hotel in one piece where the group proceeded to drink until the sun came up.
To be concluded...