Slow-motion man

Hello!


I'm all alone, everybody has left the building!


Yes they're off to the bushes to see little J. and his family. But before they left my daughters were making fun of me of the stories I told them about my soirées I used to attend. Yes, we all had our little things we used to do at the end of the night so that people would remember you. My little brother used to lift his arm up, point his index finger up to the sky and make a circular motion when it was time for us to go home. I on the other hand, was known as slow-motion man! Not much to describe except that I felt my moments had taken a slow-motion turn. I know, I know, it was probably the alcohol right? Chances are that it was, we used to spend a gazillion dollars every weekend buying shooters, drinking beers and partying with the tequila bottle we had bought at the beginning of the evening.


And need I say my signature move at the beginning of the night? It was basically approaching the bartender introducing yourself and asking him to line up 5 tequila shooters, when you saw that there was people watching you you started gulping them down 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5! When it was a good crowd I would get an applause, they were impressed that the fat guy had gulped down 5 tequila shooters and he was still standing. I did everything under the sun, nobody could say that I put limitations on my life.


Now my silly daughters are  making fun of me walking slow all over the house!



Happy Saturday people!