One Toke Over the Line!!

[Guest guest]

" Madame...monsiour....ken I intewest ewe in wun ov aww favublous

desserts dis ebening? "

I ususally say No. But...it's been one of those weeks and the

Chocolate Volcano sure looked like something I could help the wife

take a small bite and sit back and drink my coffee. Dinner was just

a small...yet expensive....piece of swordfish with a European amount

of sides that barely fit under the entree. Sooooo....why not?

One bite was a killer diller....it brought out the chocoholica in me

and I was fixed on a fudge jones. sat there with eyes wide

while I finished that desser...clattering spoons, chocolate on my

nose and chin...glazed look in my eyes. HEY!! No big whoop. Pay

the check, escort Madame out to the car...strap in hold on and then

WHAMMMMMOOOO!!!!

It's a 30 minute ride without traffic from that restaurante' back to

our home. We stayed on the side of town just to miss the traffic and

by golly...probably would have if it hadn't been for the pile-up that

halted our Interstate for a couple of hours. Racing heart. Sweating

profusedly with the AC cranked all the way up. My illeum was taking

the time to remind me that he was still there...on patrol for all

undigested foodstuffs that get dumped his way...including sugars and

fats...which pretty well was the significant content of dessert. All

night...and including thus far today...he's been poking me with his

pitchfork yelling.... " how ya feelin' up there...choco-boy? HaHaHa!! "

It was rough. Standing on the brakes; shivering from the syndrome;

losing coherency and finally giving up the steer wheel to someone

more in control so I could climb in the back seat and hang my feet

out of the window in mostly stopped traffic four aisles wide. My

wife and illeum had no pity... " how ya feelin' back there...choco-

boy? hahaha!! " I finally passed out...thankfully went unconcious to

the tune " One Toke Over the Line Sweet Jesus.... " damn right, I was

one toke over the line.

BUT...for some idiot reason...for you newbies out there (aka Newbie

Theatre), I have to tempt fate on the occasion to remind myself that

I'm " fixed " and that the plumbing won't change...although some parts

of me may adapt to conditions, I'm coming up on four years now, and

my worse case of public choco-intoxicity took place with results that

I had almost forgotten about.

I won't be forgetting this one. The next time that French waiter

comes up with his " ohhh...bot o' caurse...yew most haf dessert. " I'm

gonna pop him in the nose and hold a cross over him until he retreats.

Kids...if you're going to experiment with chocolates and sweets...do

it in the comfort and safety of your home.

Nevah again....

Dan

rny 10.13.98

EdWaits,MD-Atlanta