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silveradeptFirst thing you do when you read this: check your clock if you're in a Daylight Savings Time zone. Did you shift your clock forward?
Second, I get to play in a concert tomorrow at Hill Auditorium at four o'clock. If you're in the area, come see me. No charge, and we could use you to help fill the space so that our music sounds good.
Finally, today started interestingly, then I got a nap in and the rest of the day was less interesting, but still fun.
And when I say today started interestingly, this time I mean chronologically speaking.. Names have been shortened, omitted, or otherwise altered to protect all those involved in this measure.
The carryover is that the trombone progressive was last night, where we troop from house to house, enjoying drinks (there are both alcoholic and non-alcoholic, so there's no real pressure) selected and made by the occupants of the house. Once again, my apartment's drink set was rated favorably. Of course, the Tecmo Super Bowl probably didn't hurt, either. But that's just a bone thing, I think.
Anyway, so I'm at the last stop of the progressive, which was a keg. (so no, I wasn't drinking. Beer has no interest for me.) I was in "observer-mode" for the most part, watching the social scene around me. One of the bones, S, comes in and says that another bone needs some help. So myself and A (a female trombone) head out with him to assist. Well, turns out that boy had more than just too much to drink, he was face down in the dirt, not passed out, but not doing too good, either. There was a prog stop nearby, so we first grabbed some water to see whether or not he was coherent enough to drink. No. So we decided to get him to said prog stop. S and I manage to get him to stand up and 90% drag him to the stop. I'll mention right now that our charge is a pretty solid guy, so getting him up and to the stop, while a short distance, was a pretty good effort. Either I know not the extent of my own strength, or S is a very strong guy. Probably a bit of both, although I lean, in my usual self-depreciating manner, toward option two.
Interlude: This particular guy had already left the last stop with one of the other trombones and were going back to her house to continue drinking. Apparently, there was quite a bit of vodka consumed. When they first left, I had an inkling as to whether I should follow to ensure they got home safely. However, the guy (the same one who ended up in the dirt) looked less intoxicated than he might have been, and since it was a short walk, I let the matter pass. From what of the narrative I know so far, they would have made it to her home safely, it's what would have happened afterward that would have been the problem. Even so, I can only wonder whether it was preventable.
Continuing with my part in this: We got our nearly-asleep guy into a chair and called in an ambulance, because he wasn't really aware of his surroundings or of us that much. Plus, he kept wanting to vomit up stuff, as best as we could tell, but didn't really have anything to vomit with. So, the ambulance comes, and the medics get him on a stretcher and loaded up (they appreciated S and I giving them a hand - remember, the guy's pretty solid), and S went off to the hospital with them. Luckily, he's okay.
The kicker? Remember that I said he left the last stop with somebody. She, although self-admittedly quite drunk (and she admitted it while she was still at the stop) was the one who got S when things went wrong. I have no idea how much she had, but she probably just slept the night away when all was said and done.
So what did I learn from this adventure? One, may I never be that drunk to require such assistance.
Secondly, and possibly as important: I think my dilemma about matching word and deed to each other has resolved itself (mostly) with this endeavour, and judgment seems to rest with that I do indeed have the two together. That is welcome knowledge, and it makes me feel a little more confident in the ability to fulfill the oaths that I've taken on.
Second, I get to play in a concert tomorrow at Hill Auditorium at four o'clock. If you're in the area, come see me. No charge, and we could use you to help fill the space so that our music sounds good.
Finally, today started interestingly, then I got a nap in and the rest of the day was less interesting, but still fun.
And when I say today started interestingly, this time I mean chronologically speaking.. Names have been shortened, omitted, or otherwise altered to protect all those involved in this measure.
The carryover is that the trombone progressive was last night, where we troop from house to house, enjoying drinks (there are both alcoholic and non-alcoholic, so there's no real pressure) selected and made by the occupants of the house. Once again, my apartment's drink set was rated favorably. Of course, the Tecmo Super Bowl probably didn't hurt, either. But that's just a bone thing, I think.
Anyway, so I'm at the last stop of the progressive, which was a keg. (so no, I wasn't drinking. Beer has no interest for me.) I was in "observer-mode" for the most part, watching the social scene around me. One of the bones, S, comes in and says that another bone needs some help. So myself and A (a female trombone) head out with him to assist. Well, turns out that boy had more than just too much to drink, he was face down in the dirt, not passed out, but not doing too good, either. There was a prog stop nearby, so we first grabbed some water to see whether or not he was coherent enough to drink. No. So we decided to get him to said prog stop. S and I manage to get him to stand up and 90% drag him to the stop. I'll mention right now that our charge is a pretty solid guy, so getting him up and to the stop, while a short distance, was a pretty good effort. Either I know not the extent of my own strength, or S is a very strong guy. Probably a bit of both, although I lean, in my usual self-depreciating manner, toward option two.
Interlude: This particular guy had already left the last stop with one of the other trombones and were going back to her house to continue drinking. Apparently, there was quite a bit of vodka consumed. When they first left, I had an inkling as to whether I should follow to ensure they got home safely. However, the guy (the same one who ended up in the dirt) looked less intoxicated than he might have been, and since it was a short walk, I let the matter pass. From what of the narrative I know so far, they would have made it to her home safely, it's what would have happened afterward that would have been the problem. Even so, I can only wonder whether it was preventable.
Continuing with my part in this: We got our nearly-asleep guy into a chair and called in an ambulance, because he wasn't really aware of his surroundings or of us that much. Plus, he kept wanting to vomit up stuff, as best as we could tell, but didn't really have anything to vomit with. So, the ambulance comes, and the medics get him on a stretcher and loaded up (they appreciated S and I giving them a hand - remember, the guy's pretty solid), and S went off to the hospital with them. Luckily, he's okay.
The kicker? Remember that I said he left the last stop with somebody. She, although self-admittedly quite drunk (and she admitted it while she was still at the stop) was the one who got S when things went wrong. I have no idea how much she had, but she probably just slept the night away when all was said and done.
So what did I learn from this adventure? One, may I never be that drunk to require such assistance.
Secondly, and possibly as important: I think my dilemma about matching word and deed to each other has resolved itself (mostly) with this endeavour, and judgment seems to rest with that I do indeed have the two together. That is welcome knowledge, and it makes me feel a little more confident in the ability to fulfill the oaths that I've taken on.
