well, when you mentioned falling off a bar stool, i remembered my military days (or rather friday nights) at the enlisted club. <img src="/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />
i never fell off the stool, but i did wake up one morning to the realization i'd lost my shoes. found one in shrubs out side, and one in the mens bathroom up stairs (i lived in the barracks) ! I never figured out how they got so far apart! <img src="/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" /> oh oh!!! or the morning i got up and went down to the mess hall for chow, and saw my 10-speed bike hanging full mast from the flag pole! I saluted it while Jimmy brought 'er down, just as the base Commander was driving by in his BMW. i just knew we were done for! took me two days to find out who hung it up there, but atleast it wasn't my undies! HA! we would definatly have a blast together! we should plan something.