In order for this next story to be clear, make sure you have read "Calm Before the Storm."
Upon entering the cab, right away we made possibly the worst mistake of the entire night. MAA and I took the back seat in the SUV, oops. Before I knew it MAA's head was on my lap and SN was in the seat in front of us, turned around and offering words of encouragement. "MA, look at me. Your'e fine. Everythings fine!" In my drunken state I was already ticked to say the least by the scene at McFaddens. I looked at her and said in a smart ass tone, "Shes going to throw up everywhere. Its okay. It will go everywhere." I kind of giggled to myself after that little remark. As it turns out, I should have signed up for fortune telling. Before I knew it, hot vomit was cascading onto my lap and down the legs of my jeans. Too drunk to really be alarmed, I just sort of nodded along. The stuffy air in the SUV began to reek of whatever MAA had eaten earlier that day. Other members of our party plugged their noses as their gag reflexes took hold. The car ride back to campus seemed like the longest ride ever. There I sat, with a lap full of vomit, and out of nowhere I realized that my bladder was ready to burst. We pulled into the campus parking lot and DM and PP were having some sort of conversation with the cab driver. Being in the seat behind them, I was trapped. From the back seat I began screaming, "Get out of the car! Get out of the car, now!! I finally exited the SUV still holding MAA upright. Not to mention I was on the verge of peeing my vomit covered pants. The cab driver was obviously pissed. He was yelling at SN about the mess we left in the back of his cab. He had a pretty strong argument.
MAA and I began walking, well it was more of me carrying. So we made our way towards the dorms, but I had to wait until SN caught back up. Lets all remember I was still about to pee my pants so I did what any man would do. I found a place to piss. I looked around frantically and finally found a stairway that went to the cellar doors of the dining hall on campus. There was a railing beside the steps that acted more like a bike rack for me. I lead MAA over to the railing and before descending the steps I turned to her and said, "HOLD ONTO THIS, and DON'T MOVE." When I came back up I had one less problem.
We then walked the rest of the way back to my dorm, where we waited in the lobby for SN. Looking out the glass doors I saw a little Spanish-Italian girl running faster than humanly possible. She was Beelining for her and MAA's dorm. I opened the door and screamed her name. She turned and came running back to towards us. We made our hand-off of MAA and she lead her back to their dorm. I later found out that SN stayed behind because the cab driver made her clean out the cab with a paper towel. She said she was too drunk to object.
I watched the two of them walk away from Century, and I proceeded to turn around to head upstairs. Two public safety officers were working the front desk that night. "Your friend feeling sick?" I looked at the guy, then down at my vomit covered jeans, and then back up. "You could say that." I made it up to my room where I immediately went in the shower with all my clothes on (my jeans, my coat, my hat, my Tims). I turned on the water and just closed my eyes and started laughing.
Last part of the story coming tomorrow night...Stay posted
Bhoov
Upon entering the cab, right away we made possibly the worst mistake of the entire night. MAA and I took the back seat in the SUV, oops. Before I knew it MAA's head was on my lap and SN was in the seat in front of us, turned around and offering words of encouragement. "MA, look at me. Your'e fine. Everythings fine!" In my drunken state I was already ticked to say the least by the scene at McFaddens. I looked at her and said in a smart ass tone, "Shes going to throw up everywhere. Its okay. It will go everywhere." I kind of giggled to myself after that little remark. As it turns out, I should have signed up for fortune telling. Before I knew it, hot vomit was cascading onto my lap and down the legs of my jeans. Too drunk to really be alarmed, I just sort of nodded along. The stuffy air in the SUV began to reek of whatever MAA had eaten earlier that day. Other members of our party plugged their noses as their gag reflexes took hold. The car ride back to campus seemed like the longest ride ever. There I sat, with a lap full of vomit, and out of nowhere I realized that my bladder was ready to burst. We pulled into the campus parking lot and DM and PP were having some sort of conversation with the cab driver. Being in the seat behind them, I was trapped. From the back seat I began screaming, "Get out of the car! Get out of the car, now!! I finally exited the SUV still holding MAA upright. Not to mention I was on the verge of peeing my vomit covered pants. The cab driver was obviously pissed. He was yelling at SN about the mess we left in the back of his cab. He had a pretty strong argument.
MAA and I began walking, well it was more of me carrying. So we made our way towards the dorms, but I had to wait until SN caught back up. Lets all remember I was still about to pee my pants so I did what any man would do. I found a place to piss. I looked around frantically and finally found a stairway that went to the cellar doors of the dining hall on campus. There was a railing beside the steps that acted more like a bike rack for me. I lead MAA over to the railing and before descending the steps I turned to her and said, "HOLD ONTO THIS, and DON'T MOVE." When I came back up I had one less problem.
We then walked the rest of the way back to my dorm, where we waited in the lobby for SN. Looking out the glass doors I saw a little Spanish-Italian girl running faster than humanly possible. She was Beelining for her and MAA's dorm. I opened the door and screamed her name. She turned and came running back to towards us. We made our hand-off of MAA and she lead her back to their dorm. I later found out that SN stayed behind because the cab driver made her clean out the cab with a paper towel. She said she was too drunk to object.
I watched the two of them walk away from Century, and I proceeded to turn around to head upstairs. Two public safety officers were working the front desk that night. "Your friend feeling sick?" I looked at the guy, then down at my vomit covered jeans, and then back up. "You could say that." I made it up to my room where I immediately went in the shower with all my clothes on (my jeans, my coat, my hat, my Tims). I turned on the water and just closed my eyes and started laughing.
Last part of the story coming tomorrow night...Stay posted
Bhoov
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