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Re: Night Shift With Cowface
« Reply #18 on: February 06, 2019, 06:57:33 pm »
Re: Welcome to Club Night Shift
« Reply #18 on: January 20, 2019, 07:50:52 pm »


  • Quote from: aka Deja Blue on January 20, 2019, 07:17:03 pm
    cowface, you are WELCOME @ Club Night Shift!  Dance, party and drink a few beers while you're here.  Heck, we'll even take ya home..  lol

    Oh, that brought up a memory! ...or should I say what still I can't remember. Past summer we were camping at South Bass Island State Park, Lake Erie visiting Put-in-Bay for a week... or was it two... can't remember much. From what me and the Mrs. Cowface can retrace we hit all the bars celebrating my birthday. I usually can hold my own and drink tremendous amounts without incident.

    Mrs. Cowface got loopy first, then she started telling everybody it was my birthday... then everybody started buying me HotShots and who knows what else. Last thing either of us remember is some kind, good samaritans were driving us back to camp on golf carts and even brought our rented golf cart back to camp. I vaguely remember seeing the kind soul driving and asking "Why are you doing this?" He said "We here on the island look out for folks and help those who need it to safely get them home". I said big thanks!

    Then things got foggy and I found myself laying on the ground passed out with the Mrs. Cowface pleading with me to get up off the ground and come into the camper. I said "I can't move" which I couldn't, I felt paralyzed laying on the ground. Suddenly as if a beam of light from above, I stood straight up and walked into the camper.

    Next morning we awoke and compared notes. I ran outside to make sure our rented golf cart was there or if I had left it in town. It was there, but parked where I never would have. I could not remember anything from the night before or how we got back to camp. Worst of all my glasses were missing and I can't see a thing without them... blind as a bat.

    The next 4-5 days camping I wondered around... and all searches for my glasses at camp and at all the bars in town we came up with nothing. Finally, I could not stand being blind anymore so I prayed that God would lead me to my missing glasses... at that exact moment I got up and walked straight to a ditch next to our campsite and looked down... there were my glasses with one lens buried sideways in the dirt out of view.

    The glasses were bent sideways and the buried lens was slightly scratched... but now I could see again! I am wearing these same glasses as we speak! The moral of this story is... guard your glasses, thank God for Angel designated drivers, and behave at Put-In-Bay.




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