Picture it: A pool hall, Abington Ma, summer, 2003. It was a wild saturday night with drinks, music, girls, and memory loss. This was the night of the final VTG Billiards Classic.
As I’ve mentioned in other VTG Files, 2003 was a big year for getting into trouble after work. One of these nights came in the Summer when my boss Krysty said we should go play pool after we closed. I called Ali to see if she wanted to come with us, but she declined because she had to open the next day. So Krysty decided to invite her then boyfriend Kris for a couple of reasons: A) She said he’d keep us out of trouble. B) Since he was only 19, he would be our designated driver.
I can’t remember the name of the place we went to, but I do remember it had a bunch of pool table,s a bar, and even a few arcade games. We had been there a few times before to play pool, even though most of us were terrible at it.
But because this was a Saturday night, we had to wait about an hour for a table, so while we waited we drank a couple of beers and played a few games in the arcade. Once we finally got our pool table, that’s when things started getting strange.
First off, the billiards area started emptying out. It was as if everyone who had been playing pool suddenly realized it was past their curfew or something. Within a few minutes, there were only two or three tables in use. This wasn’t a good thing for me because I suck at playing pool, and with fewer people there, I felt like everyone was watching me make a fool of myself. But I didn’t have anything to worry about, because as it turned out, they weren’t looking at me.
Kris was the first to notice that a bunch of guys migrated from the bar to watch us play. He then noticed that the same guys would move to wherever Krysty was attempting a shot from. We theorized it had something to do with the fact that Krysty would swing her leg over one side of the pool table whenever she had a tough shot. But mind you, this is just a theory.
Anyways, we played for an hour or two and then the bell rang. The bartender shouted that it was 45 minutes until closing, and if we wanted more drinks, now would be a good time to get them. This is the part where Krysty turned to me and said “We gotta drink as many beers as we can in 45 minutes.” Stupid me said okay, and then she said something that would come back to haunt me: “Think you can keep up with me?”
The next thing I remember is waking up in my bed, still dressed with the mother of all hangovers. A source close to the situation (Kris) told me I made it to beer #9 before things got wonky for me. Apparently, I wanted to go serenade Ali or something along those lines, but he and Krysty refused to take me. I then asked how I got home, and Kris told she brought me up to my room, which I must say was awfully nice of her. I then asked if she was hung over like me, and Kris said “Not really, she’s at the gym.” Well good for her!
And that boys and girls was the first and last time I got that drunk.