Country Music

Back around 1991, I had just gotten an "improper start" ticket.
(that's a burnout)
I elected to go to traffic school and the day of the school was the day after a big concert.
(might have been Lolapalooza I in Orlando)

The school was held at a small hotel, right off I-4 at Lakeland FL.
I was working in the hospitality field at the time and I had a plan.
I knew two of the desk clerks and arranged to get a room.

I got there about 1:30 am pretty well stinking drunk.
When I pulled into the parking lot, the only other vehicle was a tour bus.

I went in and squared away the room, asking for a wake up call 45 min before the class started.
I also asked what the deal was with the bus.
The clerk said- "Oh, that's George Jones (who owned some property in the area including a trailer park named "Tammy-ville", and had also recently received a ticket for DUI on his lawn mower). He's in there driving the bartender crazy. If you go in, he'll probably buy you a drink.

So I went in and for the next hour or so listened to George slur on and consumed another must have been five or so beers.

Not sure what time exactly they quit serving us, but I remember him turning on what was left of his charm to get "just one more" several times.

Next thing I remember is the phone ringing and looking at the clock, which said I had 5 min to get to the meeting room. Apparently they had been calling for 40 min!

I staggered in, probably reeking of stale PBR, barely able to stay awake and possibly hiccuping, but passed the class. I can't remember if I even said anything about what I was doing a few short hours ago.