Three days off with infinite possibilities. I could have bettered myself. I could have bettered the world. With the cold symptoms in full bore, I figured it couldn't get much worse by drinking.
I was wrong.
My college room mate decided to join in on the festivities, being in-town for a limited time why not catch up over a few beers or kegs. I can't really elaborate on how much we drank because it was a lot and it doesn't really get that interesting with the exception of one small event. We decided eventually to check our coats, which cost a mere two dollars. Well the female behind the counter was a foxy one and this conversation took place at full volume.
Al: HIT ON THE COAT GIRL!
Roomie: WHAT SHOULD I SAY?
Al: ASK HER IF SHE LIKES COATS!
Needless to say, she heard every word of our conversation and was clued in to our rouse prior to it even happening.
The real fun begins the day after. I haven't seen 8:30AM since God knows when. It is an unforgivable hour to wake a hungover man. "We have to go to Gina's farewell breakfast," said my sister's voice. Yeah, that's just what I need. The car ride over was a blur, and as we waited outside the restaurant, The Roomie was nowhere to be found. My keen sense of hearing detectedwhat sounded vaguely like vomiting. Who am I kidding? It sounded unmistakably like vomiting, and as I round the corner, who should I see, hands on his knees, lettin it fly. The Roomie.
I'm a good friend and a compassionate person, best evidenced by my taking pictures and video of his emesis. At breakfast I was touch and go, with The Roomie egging me on, pointing out not only all the interesting ways I could vomit, but how much better it had made him feel. I don't know what possessed me to order a breakfast burrito, rather than something light. I Each bite was forced and each minute was a contest of wills between my conscious self and my stomach contents. My conscious self won out but not before the battle of the ride home which consisted of 1000 sharp turns, sudden breaks and accelerations. I'm convinced my sister picked this way home intentionally to see if she could induce my vomiting.
Al - 1 Sister - 0
Random side note: The Roomie's sister has played Ben Rothlisbeger's sister in basketball. I told her she should have fouled her on principle alone. Or ask for her autograph, then promptly rip it up and eat it in her presence.
I was wrong.
My college room mate decided to join in on the festivities, being in-town for a limited time why not catch up over a few beers or kegs. I can't really elaborate on how much we drank because it was a lot and it doesn't really get that interesting with the exception of one small event. We decided eventually to check our coats, which cost a mere two dollars. Well the female behind the counter was a foxy one and this conversation took place at full volume.
Al: HIT ON THE COAT GIRL!
Roomie: WHAT SHOULD I SAY?
Al: ASK HER IF SHE LIKES COATS!
Needless to say, she heard every word of our conversation and was clued in to our rouse prior to it even happening.
The real fun begins the day after. I haven't seen 8:30AM since God knows when. It is an unforgivable hour to wake a hungover man. "We have to go to Gina's farewell breakfast," said my sister's voice. Yeah, that's just what I need. The car ride over was a blur, and as we waited outside the restaurant, The Roomie was nowhere to be found. My keen sense of hearing detectedwhat sounded vaguely like vomiting. Who am I kidding? It sounded unmistakably like vomiting, and as I round the corner, who should I see, hands on his knees, lettin it fly. The Roomie.
I'm a good friend and a compassionate person, best evidenced by my taking pictures and video of his emesis. At breakfast I was touch and go, with The Roomie egging me on, pointing out not only all the interesting ways I could vomit, but how much better it had made him feel. I don't know what possessed me to order a breakfast burrito, rather than something light. I Each bite was forced and each minute was a contest of wills between my conscious self and my stomach contents. My conscious self won out but not before the battle of the ride home which consisted of 1000 sharp turns, sudden breaks and accelerations. I'm convinced my sister picked this way home intentionally to see if she could induce my vomiting.
Al - 1 Sister - 0
Random side note: The Roomie's sister has played Ben Rothlisbeger's sister in basketball. I told her she should have fouled her on principle alone. Or ask for her autograph, then promptly rip it up and eat it in her presence.
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