There comes a point in your life when you look back and think “WTF was I thinking.” Sometimes that happens quite often and then there are times when that doesn’t happen nearly enough. I seem to be looking back a bit more often lately. It may be that I am approaching a milestone birthday (gah, what happened to all those years).
Where was I going with this? I was thinking of a time when I was in the Marines and as was the norm for that time in my life, I drank way too much. We were at the Beach club, so named because it was pretty much right on the San Onofre beach, Camp Pendleton side. If you didn’t have a car, the only way to get there was by bus. But the bus dropped you off at the old PX and then you had to hike a trail (about a 1/4 mile) to the club. This trail was only partially cleared, this club wasn’t as popular anymore as the Del Mar E-club (another story or maybe later).
Like I said, this club was pretty dead. Basically all we did there was drink. I don’t even remember if there were pool tables. Oddly, I don’t even remember what it looked like inside, except dark, it was very dark. They did have a breathalizer, I remember this because it is the only bar I have ever seen one. I ended up so drunk that night that the trail of death (the name we gave the path between the PX and the club) kept moving on me. I ended up leaning on the Marine I was with; wouldn’t have made it back without him. Or at least I might have found myself waking up in the dirt the next morning.
I guess it’s good that the stupidity of our youth gives us a bit more wisdom as we age.
Enough of this for now… It’s time for a pint