After a brief discussion about the magic of tequila, I was asked to repost this old blog post from my Myspace days. The date on the blog was Nov '06.
Coincidentally, two posts ago I said that I don't like when other people air my bad laundry, not because I'm too embarrassed to own up to it, but because I'd do it better. I believe my words were "...even when I'm hungover, I can be a witty motherfucker!"
Don't drink alcohol. Don't do drugs. Drugs are bad, mkay. I don't do drugs, but I did drink copious amounts of alcohol (tequila, specifically) last night. I woke up this morning not feeling so good. My wife told me that I had a mess to clean up in the bathroom downstairs. Apparently I threw up. A lot. I don't remember this. I had to be reminded that I lost a drinking game. So I finally rolled out of bed at the crack of 9:30ish (if you have kids you know that that's a feat to sleep that long). My wonderful, beautiful, gracious wife was actually sympathetic toward me (although Lord knows I didn't deserve it) and didn't make me go with her to run errands. She's been so sweet to me today. The only thing she asked is that I clean the bathroom.
So I completely avoid the bathroom for the entire morning and I finally open the door to see what I did...
Amazingly enough it didn't look that bad. Well on first look, at least. It seems that I likely wiped up after myself last night. The first thing I noticed was the smell. Well... maybe "stench" is a more appropriate term. It was horrible. I shut the door and walked out.
So when I decided to tackle the job I had to prep. First I put on long pants. If there was puke anywhere on the floor I didn't want to get it all over me. I couldn't find a handkerchief so I tied a necktie around my face over my nose. I grabbed the Pine Sol and rubber gloves. I put a beanie on. I'm not sure why. And then I walked in...
There was reminants of puke everywhere. Incredibly enough the inside of the toilet was the cleanest part of the room. A mosquito flew in and fell right out of the air. Then he puked. I filled the sink with water and mixed in some Pine Sol. I grabbed a towel and went to work. It actually didn't take that long, but good gravy, I had to scrub everything...
Well it seems to have worked out okay. X was able to poop in there so either his stink was so bad that it masked whatever stink was still in there or I did a good enough job that the smell went away. The lesson here, though, is that alcohol is bad. Never ever ever ever drink it.
But I gotta go now. The coffee is done and I gotta grab some Kaluha to mix with it.