Seven & Sevens I

But to clarify, the personal experience to which I refer in that thread does not totally qualify. There is no doubt that the 7 and 7’s I’d been guzzling that particular evening had taken a large toll. After all, I don’t end every party I attend by sleeping outdoors in a planter bed amid some shrubberies. Luckily, a couple of buddies out to water the bushes found me. And concerned that I may catch a cold, they decided to wrap packing tape around my head for warmth. Good friends indeed.

 

That part of the tale certainly qualifies this occasion worthy of the “have you ever been . . .” discussion. One person held up my head while another wrapped tape around my skull. I either did not reach consciousness, or was just too boozed up to react.

 

But to be truthful, I ended up rallying that night. At least I’ve seen pictures. My “friends” were considerate enough to not tape over my mouth, and had left one eye un-obscured. I reportedly managed to extricate myself from the foliage, separate the strands of tape to free my eye, and spent the rest of the night in the party drinking beer. No reports as to whether I got laid, but the odds are high that I did not. The fact that I ended up on my feet that night probably disqualifies this event from the “have you ever been . . . .” topic.

 

What I do remember is the tape coming off. From the first-person-really-fucking-drunk perspective, it was not possible to find a tag end of tape. If I could have, it might have been possible to unravel the strands of tape a little at a time, like slowly unraveling a mummy. What I ended up doing is working my fingers under the strands of tape to loosen thier grip on my hair and skin, and then worked the entire mass towards the top of my head. Kind of like taking off a tight sock, except on my head. Once I got enough tape worked out of my beard and rolled up over my nose, the whole thing sort of pulled off my head like a hair lined hat. It did not feel good. Thank goodness for high blood alcohol content, or It could have felt worse.