castles before bed, wish you were dead
july 12, 2004 @
10:22
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Saturday night was DDowma's bachelor party. It was lame, but I still had fun and I was glad both that I went and that I wasn't the one who had planned it. I drank moderately enough - alternating between beer and mojitos, oops - and then on the way home we all stopped off at the White Castle and I downed probably 3 more sliders than I should have seeing as I was 2/3 drunk and already running a mild case of slumber party tummy. Disaster.recipeFor();
Surprise! 5:30 in the morning rolls around and I find myself on the floor of the bathroom, groaning and sweating and trying with all my might not to think about food. (Sorry ladies, I'm spoken for.) There's a massive thunderstorm going on, and the cool storm air wooshing in through the open window feels kinda good, so I stand up and mash my face against the screen and breathe deeply and continue trying not to think about food.
And that's when I notice these two giant raccoons sitting on top our garbage can stuffing their faces with our trash. How they jumped up on a 5-foot high garbage can, I have no idea. Can raccoons really jump that high? I suppose they could have been wearing little raccoon stilts or something, but I didn't notice anything. Maybe they were stealth stilts.
So here I am, a wreck of a shell of a man, watching some lesser species consume my trash, and that's when I think to myself "I think a larger font and a more narrow layout might be neat to try. And I think I'm gonna stick with the inline pictures for now, too."
I was eating bratwurst by dinner.
Joepa thought:
I bolted out of bed around 5 a.m. and dove into the bathroom because Cecchi's soy burgers didn't agree with me. Let's just say the White Castle I ate 2 hours beforehand didn't look much better coming out as going in.
If you weren't puking and all hot and sweaty, would you lay your face onto the bathroom tile? I don't think so. But it was worth it at the time.
dave thought:
i kind of suspected it might have been the el cheapo hamburgers we grilled for dinner, too. at $6 for 16 patties, they probably weren't the highest quality "meat product". but when you're at cub, your options are limited. needless to say, i'm back to grinding my own for the foreseeable future.
so if it's food poisoning and not just bad decision making on my part, does that mean i'm vindicated? i say yes.
Huna thought:
I bet it wasn't the meat, it was the preparation. Don't blame Cub just because your "chef" is sloppy. Even the crappy meat at Disney World never made me sick. Also, I have never seen a five-foot garbage can. I call DEF on that one.
dave thought:
look, just because we had to improvise a burger flipper out of a smashed beer can with a stick wedged in it doesn't mean our preparation had anything to do with it. you can take your theme park food service experience and stuff it in a sack.
KC thought:
Girls, girls, girls! I went to bed after a great feast of sliders and woke up one hour later and went to work. I think it might have something to do with the "new chicken" with cheese.
Adi thought:
I think it mite be the fact that dave .. face it.. you are getting old.. with a kid and what not.. So basically.. what used to be 2/3 drunk in the good ole days.. is now basically 3/2 drunk..
Hence the stint at the bathroom!