In relation to the comment of Anderson and his talkative state when deep in his cups, I'll relate a story. Last time I roomed with our buddy he had a few too many at dinner which is normally his want. We headed back to the motel, I was driving thankfully, he was rambling on about god knows what in the passenger seat. I was beat tired having driven about 12 hours that day to get to the shoot. He immediately stripped down to nothing but his white jockey shorts (not a sight for the faint hearted I assure you) and turned some war movie on the television with the volume blaring.
I was trying to sleep, but couldn't due to the noise, and asked if he'd turn it down. He gurgled out some unintelligible reply and proceeded to start snoring shortly afterwards. I quietly grabbed the remote and shut off the TV then went back to bed. Apparently the lack of blaring explosions actually woke him up, amazing as that sounds. He squalled out another unintelligible gurgle, waking me up again, then turned the TV back on full blast and passed out again. Again I got up, snuck the remote out of his hand, and turned it back off.
Few minutes later, same thing, up squalling some nonsense and hunting up the remote to turn the TV back on. Now mind you, by this time, it's about 3am and I'm on the verge of killing him. I got back up, fully intent on murder, when he promptly stuck the remote in his underwear and passed back out again with the TV still blasting.
I wasn't about to go fishing for the control needless to say, so I got smart and crawled under the piece of furniture that the TV sat on and unplugged it. He woke up again almost immediately, jerked the remote out of his tighty whities, and began a half hour attempt to turn it back on. When that failed, he went into the bathroom and puked for 10 minutes, then slept on the floor till morning. Notice in the first line of this post I mentioned this was the LAST time I roomed with him.......
DLH
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I was as virtuously given as a gentleman need to be; virtuous enough; swore little; diced not above seven times a week; went to a bawdy-house once in a quarter--of an hour; paid money that I borrowed, three of four times; lived well and in good compass: and now I live out of all order, out of all compass. Falstaff - Henry IV
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