Earlier, I was sitting in a co-worker's (and friend) office chatting a bit. She and her girlfriend had just gotten back from a small vacation and I came by to see how it went. We usually end up talking about all manner of things and ultimately, one of my stories ends up being told.

Those of you who have visited this blog on a regular basis have read some of my stories. But according to our friends, you haven't lived until you've actually heard one in person. I tend to get very animated, both physically and facially... and have been known to use accents and sound effects.

As I was planning my exit, so I could head back to my office to finish up some maintenance that was running on the server, an old 80s song by the group A-HA came on the radio on my friend's desk. It was "Take On Me". It's one of those songs you love to hate.

I love to hate it for a reason most others don't. We went to their concert in Hawaii at the Waikiki Shell back in 1986. "We" meaing my ex and I. I can remember bringing bottles of vodka and orange juice in with us in brown paper bags. Didn't they check shit like that back then? Anway, the only song I can remember from the actual concert was "Take On Me". Can't remember a thing other than that.

However, I do remember the events following the stupid concert. We stumbled to the car only to find we'd lost our keys. We stumbled back to the auditorium only to find it was locked up and everyone was gone. Don't ask me how time flew like that — I was quite drunk.

We again stumbled back to the car. The locked car.

We sat on the hood in the dark, griping, groaning, mumbling and barfing. Yes, barfing. Over the side of the car as we sat on the hood. Yay. Then, we both passed out. On the hood.

Next thing I remember, the police were rousting us out of our drunken stupor. They asked us what we were doing. I attempted to calmly explain about the lost keys. My girlfriend ranted about what the hell did they think we were doing — sleeping, obviously. She then proceeded to inform them that her (estranged) father was the captain of the police. He was, but at that time, he didn't know her from cat poo.