My Saturday night...

[DWITT]

I'm still trying to piece things together, but here are a few accounts of my behavior...

Amy Jo says:


do you remember seeing me on saturday night? if you
don't remember, let me try to fill in the blanks for
you (otherwise skip to the last paragraph). i came
over to say hello during the encore and found you
passed out at the merch table. you threw a wad of cash
at me and ran for the bathroom. i took over the poster
sales and sent wes and billy into the bathroom to
check on you. wes and i packed up your stuff and left
you in the hands of one of the bartenders who swore he
would get you home safely. i also got rid of the two
hillbilly-ish people that you were sitting with. they
said they didn't know you anyway. with your
permission, i gave the money you threw at me to
kentuky dave. hopefully that was what you intended.

[DWITT]

A fellow TCPunker:

Poor DWITT! I'm glad I was JUST drunk enough to enhance the experience. It was like old times, it was.

Good to see you, though, even if it was just the back of your head sticking out of the recycle bin.

[modrocket10]

sounds like you had a blast

[andydiesel]

David "Rock-N-Roll" Dwitt

[DWITT]

The guy who drove me home, was screaming at me in the car trying to get directions on where I lived.
I guess I would wake up, say, "Turn left!", then pass out again.
He also said I was dancing like crazy and hollering along while Kentucky Gag Order was playing. I don't remember this either.

[Tooth]

did you just wake up?

[DWITT]

When I did finally get home, they dragged me into the living room, where my roommate kicked me so I would sleep on my side, and not choke on my own potential vomit.

The bartender, who made the now infamous Beam sours, Billy, from Dillinger Four, was working yesterday when i stopped in to the Triple Rock, and he had a cut on his face, and says, "Hey Dave, I was as drunk as you were on Saturday last night. " he didn't know where the cut came from.

[DWITT]

did you just wake up?

no, but I think I'm finally sober.

[fatmat]

When I did finally get home, they dragged me into the living room, where my roommate kicked me so I would sleep on my side, and not choke on my own potential vomit.

That's how Jon Bonham died you know.
YOU ALMOST DIED!

[DWITT]

There was nothing left for me to puke, I left that all in the Triple Rock's toilet. i think my roommate just wanted to kick me.

I hadn't been puking drunk in a couple years, and I've NEVER done it at a show before.

I blame krullbeast.