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"I'm going to hell! Who's coming with me?"
Jan. 1st, 2008 05:12 amSooo, I spent my first few hours of the New Year drenched in regurgitated booze and stomach acid. And no. It wasn't my own. What a great first entry for Blog 365.
I got a call at 1:30 this morning, "The taxi services aren't picking up their phones, I need you to come pick me and my friends up. I feel like I'm going to throw up. You can bring my car."
So I'm all okay whatever it's not like I'm in bed and sleeping. I was wide awake and just completing my memes for the end of the '07 year. So I threw some jeans on instead of the jammie pants and went on my way.
So I get there, they all squeeze in, and we're off. Stupid doesn't roll down the window the entire way! I, being a moron, had assumed she'd already puked cuz she looks fine. No big, right? Wrong. We're almost home and she's all "Pull over" so I do. Doesn't even get the window down all the way and then yay regurgitation. Inside the car. Lucky for me it's not my car and it's hers. Unlucky for her it's a company car...and she works for her parents...who are really against drinking because of stuff in their past. So I start driving again and I pull into the driveway, stop the car, and have my hand on the handle of the door to get out of the car, and she blows again. Except this time it bounces off the door and up into my hair. Joy upon joys.
So she gets out of the car, the guys who were with her pile out, and we send them on their merry way. I would normally never send people driving away when they've been drinking, but she's telling them all to go home. Great. If they die, I'm going to feel so ridiculously responsible. So I get her away from the stench of stomach acid and regurgitation and she goes in and showers. And I, being a ridiculously nice friend, clean up her car as best I can. Because if that scent stays in the car too long, she's a dead woman. It's all not so good.
But yeah. If that's any example of how my year is shaping up, this year is gonna suck massively. Yay for quarter century.
I got a call at 1:30 this morning, "The taxi services aren't picking up their phones, I need you to come pick me and my friends up. I feel like I'm going to throw up. You can bring my car."
So I'm all okay whatever it's not like I'm in bed and sleeping. I was wide awake and just completing my memes for the end of the '07 year. So I threw some jeans on instead of the jammie pants and went on my way.
So I get there, they all squeeze in, and we're off. Stupid doesn't roll down the window the entire way! I, being a moron, had assumed she'd already puked cuz she looks fine. No big, right? Wrong. We're almost home and she's all "Pull over" so I do. Doesn't even get the window down all the way and then yay regurgitation. Inside the car. Lucky for me it's not my car and it's hers. Unlucky for her it's a company car...and she works for her parents...who are really against drinking because of stuff in their past. So I start driving again and I pull into the driveway, stop the car, and have my hand on the handle of the door to get out of the car, and she blows again. Except this time it bounces off the door and up into my hair. Joy upon joys.
So she gets out of the car, the guys who were with her pile out, and we send them on their merry way. I would normally never send people driving away when they've been drinking, but she's telling them all to go home. Great. If they die, I'm going to feel so ridiculously responsible. So I get her away from the stench of stomach acid and regurgitation and she goes in and showers. And I, being a ridiculously nice friend, clean up her car as best I can. Because if that scent stays in the car too long, she's a dead woman. It's all not so good.
But yeah. If that's any example of how my year is shaping up, this year is gonna suck massively. Yay for quarter century.
