"Of course I'm not here by myself," I exclaimed into the phone. "L--- is here, B--- is here, a lot of people are here. I'm not alone." L--- was the bartender. B--- I had just met 10 minutes ago. It turned out he and I grew up not too far from eachother.
"Ok, W--- and I are on the way. I just wanted to make sure that you were still there." I hung up with S---.
The next thing I knew, I was throwing up in my toilet. I was wearing my pjamas and the trash can from next to my bed was next to my knees. I wiped my mouth, flushed the toilet, and got to my feet. Stumbling back to the bedroom I noticed my wallet and keys were sitting where I always put them when I walk in the door.
In the morning I rolled over and smelled that stomach churning combination of sweet and rancid that can only come from beer vomit. At least I had only thrown up on one side of the bed. I rolled back over and went back to sleep.
When I saw S--- next I asked if I needed to apologize to anyone. "No, you didn't do anything embarassing." I was relieved. "Well, at the end of the night you did start walking the wrong way down the street. I think you went to puke."
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Is this possibly from last night? ;)
ReplyDeleteyou saw me before i went home last night! you should know this story was nowhere near being true then.
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