This is now officially my FAVORITE version:
And best part? No Tawny!
And I can’t help but think back to when I had the realization this song was a part of me… It was 2006, I was curled up in the fetal position on the bathroom floor, face covered with snot and tears, crying. Lisa walked in to see what was the matter and with trembling voice I said, “Here I go again on my own… going down the only road I’ve ever known. Like a drifter I was born to walk alone..”
“Donna, you are quoting Whitesnake.”
“You mean I didn’t just make that up?”
“Nope, that was Whitesnake”
“Dammit”
I’m glad you approve although I’m sorry it hits so close to home.
Back around 1995 I was curled up in a fetal position on
the floor of a restroom, my face covered with Heineken. Unfortunately, the restroom was at a bar, and it was about two minutes before closing time. The bar owner found me in that blotto condition, scooped me up like toilet paper, and drove me home. Now THAT’S service. My ways were mended that day. (Helpful hint: Never imbibe and watch Shawshank Redemption at the same time….that will make you cry, too.)
I cleaned them up and made them pretty, BDavis… Were you drinking this morning too 😉
Haha. I wish I could put that excuse to work, but I can’t.
Sometimes I’m sloppy when I’m stone cold sober. I’ve become much more circumspect about my vices, and now I only drink on two special occasions: when it’s raining, and when it’s not raining.
But seriously, my days of laying in a fetal position on the floor of a public establishment because of drunkenness are way, way in the past. Now I just lie in a fetal position for no good reason.
B.D-
Expect to hear from my lawyer soon due to the fact that I trademarked the bar bathroom fetal position years ago. The fact that you were covered in Heineken and not Johnny Walker red, does not create substantial enough artistic differences for you to call it your own.