So at about 4:30 Sunday morning my friend showed up. Some people apparently gave him a ride here. He was a little unclear on that, like he didn't really remember how he got here. Actually he was unclear about a lot of things. He was drunk enough that he fell over a couple of times. He kept mumbling that he'd lost his car. I figured that was likely a very fortunate thing.

So I made him a nest on one of the couchs, covered him up with a dirty blanket we keep on the floor in the corner for the dogs (I figured he was likely going puke), and gave him a beer to pass out with (he insisted). A couple of dogs crawled up on top of him and he went to sleep.

When he woke up I gave him a coffee, then a beer. Then we went searching for his car.

We drove up and down every street in the old part of Transcona. He wasn't sure where he'd been, or even which of his cars he'd been driving. It was pretty apparent he'd been drinking a fair bit before he went to whatever party he'd been at before coming to my place. I asked if maybe he'd left his car at a bar. He looked at me doubtfully.

I was heading to the Princess, the most likely bar he would have left his car at, when his cell phone went off. He looked at the caller ID and handed it to me. I answered it. It was his wife. She was worried sick, this kind of thing being pretty far out of character for this particular friend.

The thing is that he'd been drinking with an old buddy in his basement and had never taken his car anywhere. They were pretty loaded, so his wife made them take a cab to the bar. His "lost" car was safe at home in his driveway. I had spent two hours driving this guy around looking for a car that was at his house. So I started laughing at him. You know what he said? "I guess that's why I don't have my keys."

   

Your a good friend Rev. I would have told him to dleep in my bronco and to be gone by "church time"