You know what I did yesterday? I threw up.
I haven’t done that since my Lost Thursday of ‘05.
Saturday was Katie’s birthday celebration, and we sat poolside drinking vodka lemonades, and the next thing I know I am walking around Meijer the next day, shopping for hangover cures (Aleve and Easy Mac), and I’m thinking, “You know what? I think I’m going to puke. In a Meijer. How embarassing.” I held on for the very woozy drive back to my apartment, and time-traveled with each dry heave back to my college days.
