I attended a anniversary party at a country club here in western massachusetts...i wheeled in and decided to park my wheelchair by the door and walk (more like waddle actually) to my assigned table which fortuitously was 10 feet from the bathroom. After 2 hours of bullshit and about 11 or 12 (maybe 13) absolut & 7ups, I managed to eat half a drumstick and a roll and decided to go back to my cousins house to crash (no way was I gonna make it back down the 91 fwy to connecticut, even with my driver waiting outside with a towncar.) So I went to the entryway to retrieve my wheelchair and hurried to my cousin's....a bbq was in process when i got there so before passing out in his guest house i had to make the rounds; while doing so i noticed a strange sensation in my buttocks, and at the same instant my cousin says to me "Dude, did you get ANOTHER wheelchair?" I said "huh?" and looked down to notice I had taken someone else's wheelchair when I left the country club...I am now on the phone trying to resolve this faux pas (and get my doc in San fran to phone in some narcotics cuz my head is fucking killing me. I hate this fucking timezone bullshit, fucking Columbus you asshole....)



PS this is the second time i have done this in my life.

i've gone home with wrong girl before, but never the wrong wheelchair.

Will you do a "PXPMobile" photo of the ill-gotten wheelchair before sending it back to its rightful owner?