Another day in paradise.
I was at McKatm's last night with Clint.
Deb gives me cash to put in the jukebox.
I get up, and spend a few minutes choosing songs, etc, and come back to sit down. Clint is gone.
I look at my bloody mary. Did it spill? There were splashes all around it, like it had splattered somehow? Weird.
I look to my left: Good old Gary is blowing his nose.
Um. He had puked.
I stood up, and I guess kind of went into shock, because it took me a minute to realize.
I
sat
in
puke.
No worries. I just went to Clint's, started a load of laundry, and came back in Burt's sweatpants. Clint was driving the very drunk puker home.
Clint comes back and informs us that the puker is on his way back up to the Millington Inn. Apparently he didn' feel like walking that far, because he comes a-stumblin' back into McKatm's. He's ready to party more!
We didn't stay much longer after that, and seeing as how the now desperate for a ride home puker knows where Clint lived, we locked the doors.
My pants are fine, and so is my bag, which was sitting on the ground, near the point of impact.
Gross.
--------------CHANGE OF TONE-------------------
Kevin Howse died. Weird, right?
Deb gives me cash to put in the jukebox.
I get up, and spend a few minutes choosing songs, etc, and come back to sit down. Clint is gone.
I look at my bloody mary. Did it spill? There were splashes all around it, like it had splattered somehow? Weird.
I look to my left: Good old Gary is blowing his nose.
Um. He had puked.
I stood up, and I guess kind of went into shock, because it took me a minute to realize.
I
sat
in
puke.
No worries. I just went to Clint's, started a load of laundry, and came back in Burt's sweatpants. Clint was driving the very drunk puker home.
Clint comes back and informs us that the puker is on his way back up to the Millington Inn. Apparently he didn' feel like walking that far, because he comes a-stumblin' back into McKatm's. He's ready to party more!
We didn't stay much longer after that, and seeing as how the now desperate for a ride home puker knows where Clint lived, we locked the doors.
My pants are fine, and so is my bag, which was sitting on the ground, near the point of impact.
Gross.
--------------CHANGE OF TONE-------------------
Kevin Howse died. Weird, right?