I had posted a blog about three months ago about a road trip that Steve took with our friend Oliver back a couple of years ago in an attempt to dry Steve out. I had a chance to sit down with Oliver over the Thanksgiving holidays and talk with him some more about the road trip he took with Steve. I asked Oliver if he had read my blog about his road trip with Steve. He told me he had but he couldn't finish reading it because it brought back too many bad memories of a weekend he was never getting back. Oliver said when he read my blog, he got pissed at Steve all over again.
Oliver was also able to add some more details to the story. He said that not only had Steve drank 32 beers before he ever got to Steve's house to pick him up, he tried taking a cooler full of beer with him. Oliver quickly pointed out that the whole point of this trip was to help Steve sober up, not so Steve could turn it into a beer festival on wheels. Steve's reply was typical Steve logic. He thought the clock did not start ticking on sobriety until they actually arrived at their destination. Oliver said they left for Memphis with a cooler full of beer sitting in Steve's driveway. Oliver said that Steve was well fueled for the trip anyway and really did not need any extra help.
Oliver should be nominated for sainthood because Steve really got on my nerves just sitting around the house and I cannot imagine spending an entire weekend with him either shut up in a car or in a hotel room. I can only imagine how annoying Steve was when he started craving a beer.
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