Day 13 - A Memory That Never Fails To Make You Laugh
I got this! But first, you must know a few things:
1. I share a room with my brothers
2. Chris collects alcohol bottles, but as a rule to himself, he must drink the contents before he can claim the bottle.
3. On this particular night, Chris tried to drink a half-gallon of Jack. (See #2)
One night last summer, Chris and Mike stumbled into the house, drunk, around 2 AM. I was in bed, but I was awake, and I heard them come in. I listened as Mike put Chris to bed (it's usually the other way around), and I heard Chris drunkenly ask, "Did you get my bottle?" "When you fell, you broke it." Mike replied, and Chris groaned.
When they turned out the light, I remember looking down and seeing the infamous throw-up bowl (A large yellow plastic bowl used only in our house for sick ones), and I remember thinking fuck, Chris must be way wasted.
About half an hour passed, and suddenly I hear Chris dry-heaving. I try to ignore it, but it's just too much, and then I hear Nick wake up. A minute of Chris heaving passed, and then Nick casually asks, "Chris?"
And in a flash, Chris responds, "Yeah?" He sounds completely normal, and casual.
Nick: "You okay?"
Chris in a very normal voice: "Yeah, I'm fine. Just swallowed a mosquito."
(Notice how lamely he tries to cover up the truth.)
The next afternoon, Nick and I were sitting across from each other in the living room, watching something on TV. Chris was sitting up in the chair near Nick, and out of nowhere, he puts his hand to his mouth and pukes all over himself.
Completely out of the blue.
And in a blur, Chris is out of the chair, running to the bathroom. And Nick and I both stare at the doorway, where Chris exited, until Nick turns to me and asks, "What the fuck was that?"
And I just laughed at the blank look on his face.
To this day we bring it up, jokingly, asking Chris if that "mosquito" had caused him to puke.
And to this day he always says yes.
1. I share a room with my brothers
2. Chris collects alcohol bottles, but as a rule to himself, he must drink the contents before he can claim the bottle.
3. On this particular night, Chris tried to drink a half-gallon of Jack. (See #2)
One night last summer, Chris and Mike stumbled into the house, drunk, around 2 AM. I was in bed, but I was awake, and I heard them come in. I listened as Mike put Chris to bed (it's usually the other way around), and I heard Chris drunkenly ask, "Did you get my bottle?" "When you fell, you broke it." Mike replied, and Chris groaned.
When they turned out the light, I remember looking down and seeing the infamous throw-up bowl (A large yellow plastic bowl used only in our house for sick ones), and I remember thinking fuck, Chris must be way wasted.
About half an hour passed, and suddenly I hear Chris dry-heaving. I try to ignore it, but it's just too much, and then I hear Nick wake up. A minute of Chris heaving passed, and then Nick casually asks, "Chris?"
And in a flash, Chris responds, "Yeah?" He sounds completely normal, and casual.
Nick: "You okay?"
Chris in a very normal voice: "Yeah, I'm fine. Just swallowed a mosquito."
(Notice how lamely he tries to cover up the truth.)
The next afternoon, Nick and I were sitting across from each other in the living room, watching something on TV. Chris was sitting up in the chair near Nick, and out of nowhere, he puts his hand to his mouth and pukes all over himself.
Completely out of the blue.
And in a blur, Chris is out of the chair, running to the bathroom. And Nick and I both stare at the doorway, where Chris exited, until Nick turns to me and asks, "What the fuck was that?"
And I just laughed at the blank look on his face.
To this day we bring it up, jokingly, asking Chris if that "mosquito" had caused him to puke.
And to this day he always says yes.