Well, that was interesting.

Mr. Wondering and I decided to drink our work stress away and visited the local bar near our apartment. We sat on the periphery of the outdoor patio, watching people interact. Most notable was Mr. Anal Leakage who insided on moving his skanky, wet ass closer and closer to ass throughout the night. Upsetting, but funny as well.

There were also many pretty girls and bartenders there, which made Mr. Wonderful quite happy. On my end, there were lot of 50 year old men with thick, bushy mustaches, so I had to settle on watching the girls, and watching Mr. Wonderful watch the girls.

After many drinks, and many shots later (I paced myself a bit more, so MW helped himself to 2 of my shots, and one of my coolers), we stumbled (literally) home. Mr. Drunk and Stupid decided to cook himself 3 hot dogs, while I headed off to bed.

And that's when things went wrong.


As I was drifting off to sleep, Mr. D&S flopped down on my bed to let me know that everything was spinning, and that he was going to take a shower. I figured if the spins were setting in, I knew things were not going to go well. He stumbled off again, and I made sure to keep an ear and a half open, should he completely pass out and drown in the shower.

Instead, I hear the unmistakeable sounds of wretching, and spitting. Ah, yes, the hot dogs are coming back up for an encore. I gently knocked on the bathroom door to offer my services, but they apparently weren't required... yet.

Remembering my childhood and my good, nurturing mother, I gather a bowl, a big glass of water, and 2 advils and put them in Mr. D&S's bedroom. I went off to bed again, only to hear my name being called, jolting me out of my slumber.

I ran out to see him, buck naked, hunched over the bowl I had set out for him. I'll spare you the details but.. ya, it wasn't pleasant. I then realized that I'm the responsible one here. I'm the one who has the empty the barf bucket. Gross. Fuck. Really, in hindsight, it's a good thing I was drunk, as I don't think I minded as much as I would have were I sober.

Note to self: Throw out barf bucket/former salad bowl.