Poot's Palace

Ya caught the tater. I have been thrown back into the penalty box by Agent Orange. Just wanted to keep him on his toes. I too had a weekend much like Wha, only I was not threatened to be thrown out of Tiger Town (of course, I never made it to Tiger Town either). After a very stressful week at work, I poured a stiff Jack and Coke while packing on Friday afternoon... that was pretty much the end of me until Sunday afternoon. I opted not to drive to Clemson myself, rather bum a ride from Wha and kiwi, and drink several Jack and Coke's on the way down. I was feeling just right upon arrival to Clemson. Had dinner at Monterrey's which took forever. At one point I asked the hostess to find our waiter cause I was drunk and hungry and ready to eat. She actually asked me "what did he look like?", and my response was "he is mexican, they all look the same to me". Some how, he appeared instanteously at our table. Again the bill took forever to arrive so I threw my credit card at someone and told them to ring up our table. We proceed, I think, to the Esso Club and there are some pictures of me at a new bar called 356??? I was told that when I got to the apartment where I was staying I fell up the stairs and announced to everyone (who was already asleep for who knows how long) that I was drunk and fell up the stairs (they didnt seem to happy with me when I met them the next day). I woke up saturday morning and stumbled to the shower, realizing that I was still drunk from the night before. Nevertheless, I arrived at the tailgate promptly at 7:45 and poured another Jack and Coke (whats that saying about the hair of the dog). After the game I watched Wha chug the backend of a bottle Jack and drool all over himself, being his roommate and not wanting to be held accountable for his actions, I got the hell out of there and wished everyone else "good luck with him tonight". Back to my tailgate and back to the liqour. I drank some more and headed back to The Esso club, not sure how long I stayed or at what point we left for Zaxby's, but the last thing i remember was chugging a Budweiser on a dusty road yelling to everyone, "This is how I am going to die, a lonely old man on a dusty road, chuggin a budweiser", OK, I dont really remember doing this, but there are pictures to prove it. After a lengthy discussion with my two baby sitters about how trips to the ATM i made over the course of the weekend, i realized on sunday afternoon that they were in fact correct and i was wrong. But i had no receipts to prove my withdrawals, oh yeah, i dont get receipts at the ATM. I thought they were going to shoot me at that point. I woke up sunday morning and Kate says to me, " Oberg, this is the first time that I have seen you sober all weekend... i chuckled, then I wondered to myself, did I do anything stupid over the weekend?". The answer to this question is YES. My phone was proof that I made several phone calls and sent many vulgar messages to numerous individuals. I only wonder what i did in person. I hope i still have friends in Clemson. The lyrics to The Marshall Tucker band kept coming to mind, "I'm gonna find me a hole in the wall, I’m gonna crawl inside and die".