Back in my day we walked 6 miles home from the bar, in ice, up hill.

Last night, my buddy called me telling me what he wanted to do a power hour. I agreed but told him he had to pick me up. He came over and we headed back to his place where we met up with his girlfriend, Andi and our buddy Landon.

We start the power hour. A power hour is basically doing a shot of beer, every minute for an hour. This works out to be about 7.5 beers in an hour. Basically you get really drunk really fast.

We had planned on staying in afterwards and playing ninja bombs (greatest drinking game ever.) However, during our power hour we blew the keg and had to resort to can beer and nearly drank all of that as well. So, we had to go to the bars.

We went to my favorite bar (by favorite I mean I drink for free.) However, due to the snow and ice, the bar had one person in it and no karaoke. We decided to go to another bar across down where my friend bartends. He was off but I had several beers and more than a few jagerbombs. They did last call at 1, so we went to another bar to drink for the last 30 minutes.
I get there and have a beer, then my friend buys us another round of shots. Then his girlfriend buys me a shot. At this point I tell my friend to just drop me off at my house when we leave because I had already spent 2 of the last 4 nights sleeping on his couch or his floor…of course those times it was because his girlfriends roommate was with me…but that is neither here nor there…

He tells me he can’t drive all the way to my house (6 miles), it turns out they got a pledge to drive them home. I, however, decided I would walk home. Did I mention that the ground is covered in snow and ice?

It took me 3 hours, a busted knee, a sprained ankle and cut up hands to make it home.
Some of the highlights? Falling while moving so fast I landed on my shoulder. Then, trying to stand up I fell face first (thank you ukemi.) At one point I was walking along the fence of the federal medical prison facility and noticed there was a clear path on the inside.
So, what did I do? I jumped the fence and walked through the prison to my apartment. Then as I was walking down the hill to my apartment, I slipped on some ice and slid 50 feet down the hill. That was actually pretty damn fun.

I stumbled up to my apartment feeling tired, battered and bruised (because I was)…but I felt pretty bad ass…and stupid.

I wake up, get online, to get yelled at by my friends girlfriend for being an idiot and reckless and stupid…

Women just don’t understand that sometimes as a man there are things you have to do.

Walking home drunk is pretty close to the best part of getting drunk outside your home. I always bump into someone I know who is also drunk and together we end up going on small adventures. Then on the other hand most things turn into adventures once you try and do them in the middle of the night while drunk.

Don’t you judo people train for exactly this kind of thing?

Isn’t wandering around drunk in the snow, a Nordic past-time?

I think getting drunk and walking home is common in Springfield. I’ve walked several miles home from Springfield Brewing Company (http://www.springfieldbrewingco.com/) in shitty weather.

I admire your committment to getting your drink on.

When I was 10 years old, I was out walking my neighborhood on what seemed to be a decent day with about an inch of snow on the ground. So I started to play by acting like I was walking through the Arctic like the dude in White Fang. I wasn’t drinking, I was just high on a wild imagination.

Within a few minutes, the weather turned to worse. It started snowing very hard. It was a white out blizzard. Soon enough, the snow was up to my mid shins, and it took everything I had just to make it home. [/boring childhood story]

And that’s when you discovered the secret Mantis master in the white mists, who taught you the ancient style of the 9 immortals.

See, not so boring anymore.

Last week I was going to sparring class and I have to cross mainstreet to get there. There was a good 15"~ of snow on the ground and there’s a barrier (chain) in the middle of the street. I was wearing my rubber boots and running across pretty clumsily, so when I went to jump over the chain, it hooked the toe of my boot and I face planted onto the other side of the street. My fro was full of snow and it was all down my shirt, oh, and just to make it even more fabulous, I landed on my sore knee from the previous sparring class.

As this happened, my boot flew off and landed on the sidewalk on the other side of the street and a guy driving by laughed at me as I hobbled over to my boot one-footed. I was also extremely late for class and almost missed out on it entirely, but told the guys they were staying a few extra minutes because “I didn’t do a fucking faceplant for nothing”.

This time there is slightly more accuracy to your prejudice.

We don’t have polarbears roaming the streets though. And snow (and cold for that matter) has been very scarce in southern Sweden so far this year.

I know, thats Canada.

In Churchill, Manitoba, they really do, my Mom used to live there (I’m glad I never did).

Glogg looks exciting:

http://www.hurrah.com/cookbook/glogg.html

From the looks of it, you could drink it and walk around just about anywhere without getting cold. :occasion1

Snow blows; even with a snowmobile

Totally. Some golf courses in norther Alberta have bears running around all the time, don’t really bother each other though. A few clubs are named Bear-something golf as well. ie http://www.northernbeargolf.com/

I love the Brew Co…what better way to spend Sunday nights? $10 pitcher of beer
and pizza.

It is just a matter of odds. You fall that many times on ice drunker than shit and there is only so much you can do. Did I mention I was wearing dress shoes.

Now everytime I get drunk with my friends gf she always threatens to take my keys and shoes.

That’s ok. Doing it again without shoes would be ten times more badass.