Getting Drunk with my Dad - when was the last time you did that?
 

OK - its 2AM EST - a case of Bud and a bottle of Cuervo ha s just been had by me and my ol man - we are not drunks but love each others company and celbrate when we can. I only see him once every 6 months and we have a few but thid time we rellay tied one on.

Man he has some great storys abou WWII!

When was the last time you drank with your ol man and shared "man" stories and laughed till it hurt?

Actually never but it sounds like you guys had a great time. That's pretty cool.

Done this a few times myself. Last time was at the 2001 USGP. We talked about alot of things that I never knew as a kid. It was really interesting to get my dad's impressions of things that I only saw through a child's (or teenager's) eyes. Made me really think about things and respect him even more than I did already.

Mike

You're real lucky. Treasure it while you can :)

I lost my dad in a road accident when I was 13, I'd trade all the Porsches in the world to have just one night on the sauce with him.

In 2002 at his 50th West Point reunion in New York...we sat up till two talking about the long grey line and his experiences in Korea and Vietnam as well as life its own self.
Great guy, as were his classmates

10 days ago, when he was in Houston on Business

I'm jealous. I only had the pleasure of a few beers with my dad before he died. Treasure your time with your father.

My dad retired yesterday after 40 YEARS of being a physician. My wife and kids and I are heading out to Milwaukee to see he and my mom tomorrow, can't wait to have a few brews and just let him talk....My brother, dad and I have such a great time together add the great lubricant and it get's down right riotous!

Adam

Never. My father doesn't drink. He only tells about six stories anyway. He forgets most of the details, and changes the rest to put himself in the best possible light.

Seahawk,
I too have spent nights drinking, smoking cigars and listening to my Dad's war stories, specifically Vietnam for him. He is West Point '62.

Despite what you may have heard, I can tell you honestly that I've never gotten drunk with your Dad.


Seriously though, I can't recall ever getting drunk with my Dad. He, along with my brother and myself, are always ones to find a spot out back or in the garage and kill a couple of beers and a couple of hours while the women-folk chatter on about that stuff they always chatter on about.

928, I was thinking the same thing, I don't even remember drinking with LubeMaster, let alone his Dad.

I actually did get a chance or two with my Dad before he passed away. Was usually on his boat (where he was happiest) and usually when the wind was either not blowing at all, or blowing waaaaay too hard.

I miss those days, and think of him often on my boat, no matter how hard the wind is blowing. There is soooo much I would love to say to him.

Pay attention guys...... call him and say it now. You might not get the chance.

"I too have spent nights drinking, smoking cigars and listening to my Dad's war stories, specifically Vietnam for him. He is West Point '62."

Tshabet,

That was the first reunion he ever attended...if your Dad chooses to go, try and make it. It was a very rewarding experience for both me and my family.

Never done it. And my dad won't talk about WWII. Being a corpsman I think wasn't particularly pretty.

As has been said above, enjoy your time with him. A good friend of mine lost her dad when she was 8, and she still is terribly sad.

I can imagine a scenario where that would be a fun thing to do but I never have and never will. My father has chosen a life that does not include me, my sister and three grandchildren (mother passed away long ago). I wish him well.

Father's Day. Fishing. Sitting around the kitchen table that night 'till about 1:00 am eating smoked oysters, pickled eggs and all that other stuff you eat at 1:00am. TIme for bed when he runs out of Busch and starts drinking my Bud.
Fun stuff.
Maybe not very much longer.

I envy anyone that has the opportunity to do this. I lost my dad at 18; I would give anything for the chance to get to know him as a man instead of an authority figure in my life. My surviving aunts and uncles, and some folks I was priveledged enough to meet over the years that knew him, all say he was a pretty fun guy to be around. My current plan is to hold on long enough so my two boys can someday enjoy that opportunity. I plan on drinking them both under the table some day.

i will be leaving on vacation to my folks' cabin saturday morning to drink with mom and pops every evening for about 4 or 5 days. do it evey summer.

i have told him alot of things i did when i was a kid under his watch now that the statute of limitations has expired during these lazy evenings up in the mountians. like how i used to take his ninja and truck out when he was out of town.

thing is we were close when i was a kid (dirt biking), but did not care to much for each others act. now he is one of my very best friends, and i would not trade our relationship for anything. he's my pops and someone i enjoy hanging around with. he has even forgiven me for the S i put him through in my teens, i think.

Dec 8th, 1993, he passed 3 days later:(
He lived on his boat at the club, I lived in a condo there with my girlfriend at the time. He came into the pub as I was leaving (he hated this pub, only came over if I was there) and I told him I was heading back to the condo, he stated that he was going to buy his son a few drinks, well, my girlfriend was pissed, as I was passed out in front of our door, and she had to drag me inside to put me to bed. Boy did I feel rough the next day, but 2 days later I got a phone call at 8AM saying that he had bed found passed out in the head at the club, that was the message I got, so I called me evil step sister, told her to check on him since she might want to know and to call me if anything was wrong. I went on to do my gigs, calling in for info to her house, his boat, but never getting an answer, finally after 8PM, I was at a Porsche Club X-mas party, my brother-in-law answered the phone. When I asked how my dad was doing, he told me he was gone, I asked "where did he go?" only then did he tell me that my father had died, and that c*nt ***** step sister didn't have the consideration to call and tell me that he died, yea, I don't think too much of her. I'm very sure that my father knew that he was not long for this world and used that Tues night to spend it with me getting very drunk. We had some great times the last few years of his life, even had a few "special" rules made against me in my Beer Club, as when my dad and I would show up first (like I always did) we had drank all the beer club beers (each week, for the beer club, the pub would order a case of micro or some other weird beer, and to make the club you had to drink one) so everyone who didn't get one had to do a make up. Yes, I miss my dad:(

Great stories to read about.

Unfortunatly my father spent my childhood and early adulthood getting knee walking drunk with anyone he could find.

Not sure which is worse, not having a father to share memores with or having really crappy memories of an abusive drunk father?

I envie hearing stories about father son good times and those that have good fathers you really should take time to see or talk to your dad.

Steve

Well, under 18, there are a lot of crappy memories for the same:(
Then there where the years that he wouldn't talk to me, and then the last few years, well, those were some of the best, I learned that I had EARNED his respect, after that, the bad was just faded history, never to be forgotten, but over shadowed.

"Great stories to read about.

Unfortunatly my father spent my childhood and early adulthood getting knee walking drunk with anyone he could find.

Not sure which is worse, not having a father to share memores with or having really crappy memories of an abusive drunk father?

I envie hearing stories about father son good times and those that have good fathers you really should take time to see or talk to your dad."

Steve,

Your character and perspective are evident...I envy the father you will be, or are now. All the best.

Paul

Well; it's unfortunate but my dad simply doesn't ever tie on a buzz. Never had a problem with the stuff, he just doesn't do it.

I'd love to sit at a bar in vegas or something and nurse a nice comfortable buzz though.

Heck - I don't even need to talk to him while it happens.

Mike,
Very cool! I don't have a "dad" but my grandfather comes as close as you can get and we've shared a few evenings together telling stories and sharing some drinks! Treasure these times and have as many as you can!

thanks for sharing guys, makes me feel very lucky that I've been able to experience this with him every now and then, sometimes even to my mom's dismay :D

last was when we attended the F1 race, great time

one memorable time I just remembered was when we were at the Orange Bowl for the championship game. Our seats were the first row of the particular section and people would pass in front of us. We noticed a full packet of ketchup lying on the ground and would giggle ourselves silly watching people *almost* step on it and spray it all over their shoes. My gf and mom thought we were nuts.

I had a couple drinks with my dad, christmas eve 1982. What a hoot. Sadly was called in to work the next morning, my wife drove them to the airport. He died 3 weeks later, cooking breakfast.

Yep, I enjoyed his last time with me, but overtime took my last hours away. That money cost more than any possible worth.

When gone, they are gone. Permanent.

My Daddy doesn't drink....he says it's BAD for his Blood Pressure, but I just think he's afraid of what Mother will say....Now me I don't give a fk what Mother says...I gamble, I drink, I spend and I Buffet....so what

U know Mother is always berating me about something, she has called me every name in the book..."Lazy Good for Nothing Bum, Twit, Idiot, mOron....you name it shes said it...but I just think she has problems...Yeah Yeah I know ..I'm her problem...Yada Yada Yada....

Now I can sit down and tie one on with Mother....Vodka Tonics are her poison.... but it's her mouth after a few thats a bit much... if U can get around that .... well she can be fun...

Now on the serious side....I had a friend who...I met at a gun store in Pasadena, CA....and that store is another story unto itself.... I digress as usual ...I knew Archy for almost 20 years...Arch flew B-24's in the war, owned his own Business, had the house in San Marino, Invested in the Market, Lost a fortune drilling for oil, played and gave golf lessons at Brookside Park by the Rosebowl...and bought and sold guns...Arch would always buy a gun say it was the greatest thing ever and then 2 months later he would sell it sometimes for a profit, sometimes for a loss....and then a year later he would buy another one of the same gun...

I used to go with him looking for guns at various shops in So Cal and we would stop and have a glass of wine at his favorite place in Pasadena.at the end of the day....

On his last day he gave a golf lesson to his attorney, went and had a glass of wine with him, went home....turned on the Golf Channel on TV put his feet up on his coffee table and passed away with the remote still in his hand....he was 86....but he would NEVER have told you that he was that old...

I miss Arch....

So I think what you're saying Tabs is that you've been fortunate to find other surrogate father figures in your life?

Loosing my dad at 13 forced me to seek guidance from those around me... You should have seen how many times I cut myself shaving before a mate's father took pity on me and showed me how to pass a blade correctly over my face :)

I too, like Tab have been very fortunate to have surrogate father figures in my live, my good friend Phil Sparta (a 914 nut too) has been around since the 80s for me, Floyd English, whom my farther introduced me too, as he was a Porsche guy who lived on his boat near my dad's has adopted me as a son figure too, he was there for me when my father died and my evil step sister wouldn't let me sit in the family pew, and my business partner Fred Does.

Phil was in the Navy, saw action in Korea & Nam.
Floyd was just under 40 years, started in the Navy in Nam
Fred, was a Air Force fighter pilot in Nam.

These are the guys who keep me in line:D

I had to cut my trip short = my ex dragged me back into court on non-sense issues. This is what happens when the support finally comes to an end - they look to bleed you dry even more some how, some way, some where. I would rather swallow a bullet then ever get another divorce.

My Dad was understanding and had a few choice words for her. If something happens to him before I get to see him again I will officially hate her more than anything living or dead!

Shared a doobie with my dad a few weeks ago. Thats always fun..

Hey Lubie...2 questions

1. Do those kids by the Ex have a relationship with U or are you the evil one that they want to bleed dry

2. Do U love those kids....maybe inspite of themselves....

If the answer is the affirmative to either answer then I don't see anything wrong with helping them out on a voluntary basis. Now I really would have a bad hair day if the ex thought you were her own private entitlement program.... That means any panango goew directly to the kiddys

I really get off the boat when I see that parents won't help their children succeed in being better person and/or more successfull than they are...and if a little money helps than so be it...

Archy was a good friend.....One onf my Daddys Buddys from his Detroit days and is now 86... calls and talks to about Money and how well his Bonds have done...he's from the Depression era and is therefore very conservative with money and as a consequence has a pot to piss in....anyway lately we have been argueing about Socia Security and Privativization thereof. What it comes down to is that his own children won't listen or talk to him the way I do...I give him the time of the day...and don't think he is an old fool...


The one that has really made a difference in my life was Grandpa on Daddys side of the family...He was an extremely bright man, who coming from the old country didn't have a chanch at getting an education...he ultimately worked for Ford starting in 1916 and retiring in 1959 as a Speciality Mould Maker...He was extremely outspoken and once told Henry Ford that he...Ford was crazy....Grandpa was also was extremely PRO UNION... if U worked for Ford before the Unions then U would understand....U might even say he was a Communist...However Grandpa was a strong, tough cookie who spoke his mind in no uncertain terms.. In the old days in Detroit they called Bars...Biergartens...once a man asked my Granny to dance, and I guess got rude when turned down...Grandpa took him on along with 5 of his Buddys and kicked their a$$es...Grandpa also helped alot of people during the Depression, he was able to work at Ford because of his speciality trade... The other thing was that Grandpa believed in education and saw to it that his children got one, it was no easy ride for Daddy and his brothers they had to start work when they were 12....selling newspapers etc....

But the difference for me is that in my time with Grandpa and that was limited ..this man who everybody respected, valued my opinion...he listened and took to heart what I had to say...

One thing U boyz have to realize is that those old timers (the men who worked in the factories in Pittsburg, Cleveland, Detroit etc) from the old country were hard drinking hard fighting guys who had fists of steel...If I get a boo boo on my little finger I begin to cry....

Tabs - My 18yr old is from my ex - the 2.5 and 6.5 yr olds are mine and my wifes - always and forever together!

My 18 yr old is in Chicago with my ex - were they ahve been for 17+ years. My ex got pregs in college with here and the school booted her out, then her dad booted her out and I was the last stop. We always knew it wouldn't work out but I managed to convince ger to get hitched for the medical insurance and also cuz I wanted to have my kid to have my last name. Shortly after the birth we were divorced. She moved on - did some modelling for Aramani and a bunch of catolgue work but needed it and got into sales.

My 18 yr old thinks the world owes her and that her parents owe her more. She is pretty spoiled and hides behind some lame job at a tanning salon thinking that sgeis all grown up and showing the world she has responcibilities. She will start university in the fall but I don't think she will finish - I hope I am wrong. Does she care for me? I don't think so. I have attempted and will continue but I am not sure it is in her genetic code.

My ex spends her life as she has always done by trying to convince everyone she has money and came from wealth when infact her dad working for the railroad and her mom woulds check spelling errors for a factory publication. I guess that was never good enough for her. She worlks as some mid level project manager for Siemans. She makes it sound like she is the CEO - you know the type. She is by far the worst human being I have ever met or ever care to meet. I think she may infact be a complete waste for protoplasma. Not even sure her orgins are worth donating. The sad part is - I always knew it. The only reason I ever paid any attention too her cuz she was pretty hot in her day. I saw her last week and to my delight she looked like arse! Added 20lbs, bad bad hair, brown poly pant suit and the years of Marlboro lights and fake bakes have finally caught up - skin looks like Indiana Jones' jacket!

I wonder what your daughter tells her friends about U?

Anyway it sounds like any largess is going to come from your heart and not hers...

She tells them what she thinks will gain sympathy and make her look good. I will give that to her, it is the least I can do. Last time I cared what a bunch of 18yr old sweaties thought was....never. She won't disappoint me because I don't expect much...

Mike, I've been there, I know how you feel (15 years it too me to learn:( ) I was smart enough not to marry her, but dumb enough to keep going back. Taught her son how to ride a bicycle, this year (he turned 16) taught him how to drive a stick (964)shift. Zack is the closest to a kid I'll ever have, and at least I have his respect. I'm going to watch him play in a Golf tourney on Wend.

Brother, I feel your pain

Like my ol man seez, "Mike, you are paying tuition to the school of hard knocks..." I think I have earned an honary degree in it! At least I should get a stipend...