harshrocker

My weekends end up being either dull or weird. So to normalize things, I go out on Sunday nights. Usually it is only a group of regulars at BJ's. It changes a little, but it generally ends up being the same six or so people moping around until last call. Last night was no exception. I got pretty drunk and went home late because I had to work this morning. I woke up and felt not too good. I ate breakfast and I didn't feel so hot afterward. I went to work and slowly got some stuff done. Then when I had to go for a photo assignment, I felt like I had to puke. I wound up puking on the lawn outside of the building. No one saw me. I thought it was the result of drinking, but when I got home later in the day, I discovered that the milk I used on my cereal had expired and that was the cause of the problem. I'm laughing about it now. Not to jinx myself, but I rarely throw up or get an upset stomach. This is the second time in the last 10 years that I have hurled.