One example of many:
Not a party, really, but a "concert". I put it in quotes because it was a heavy metal show. Don't remember the band but I do remember it was a good show. At a venue on the water; warehouse type place. Smelled of sweat and alcohol. It was a relatively small place and you were very near the band no matter where you were. There was an area sectioned off by two by twos and chicken wire, stage left, known as "the beer garden". You had to be 21 to enter, and so I recently was. It was a good place to be because there were tables and chairs and it was much less crowded than the main area. You could get a bite to eat (I think pizza was all that was on offer) and a beer and enjoy the show just as close to the stage as anywhere else.
So, there I am. Young, drunk and rocking out. With a fresh beer in a plastic cup in my hand. All of a sudden, an overly enthusiastic fan comes running through the place right at me. He runs into me, knocking the cup out of my hand. As it flies through the air spilling its contents in a steady, singular stream of cheap, tasteless, overpriced brew into the air, I am mortified. I had just spent six times what this crappy drink was actually worth for the privilege to drink it at this show. But then ... a miracle happened.
As if in slow motion, the cup lands on the concrete floor upright. And that singular stream of beer - still in the air and as if by magic - pours itself right back into the clear, ribbed plastic cup I had so recently been holding. I dare say only a sip had been spilled onto that filthy, sweat drenched concrete floor. There before me sat a perfectly drinkable, albeit overly foamy, overpriced terrible beer!
I scooped it up forthwith. A quick glance around revealed that only one other reveler had witnessed the entire gobsmacking event. I nodded and raised my cup and was greeted with a similar nod an approving smile. I was relieved that I had not hallucinated the entire thing. One satisfying gulp later, I was back to enjoying the cacophony of screeching guitars and thumping bass drums emanating from the stage ... content that God himself had ordained that this awful, overpriced beer must meet my gullet.
It has been a dream of mine to find the fellow that witnessed this unbelievable chain of events. If only to laugh and revel in my unbelievable luck that night - over an equally overpriced and tasteless beer.
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