So my abdomen is sore today from being up all night with some sort of sickness. Maybe it was the food? I don't know, but I spent all night in the bathroom and it felt like someone was stabbing a javelin into my stomach.
But today, feeling a little better, and having slept through the day, I venture forth. But I still haven't eaten for the past 15 hours and not confident enough that I could hold anything down. So I drink some fruit juices and drive to my normal dancing stop, walk in, wave hello and get offered to get in free if I help carry this big stack of drinks upstairs. I've done this before, it's tiring yet doable. So I am like sure, I need to save some money. So I start doing it, sipping a gatorade, and then it all comes back. Next thing I know I am out front of this temple, with people coming in all dressed up to dance and I am spewing gatorade like a firehouse into the front bushes. All of downtown there to watch me yak the fluorescent flow.
I finish my yacking, but I'm like barely able to walk. I go back inside and nobody mentions it. I still have a carton of water to bring upstairs. So I do it. I sit back down at the bottom floor and just stare into nothing for the next 15 minutes. I realize I can't even hear the music because my ears are completely plugged. I'm debating being home on a friday night, which is boring, or dancing with girls all night, which is not boring. Then I realize as I am greeting a girl.. oh yes, I have vomit breath, look like shit and can barely stand. Fuck it all, I'm going home.
Moral of the story: Do not dip your lumpia in very old stir fry sauce before going to bed.
Also I left my gatorade there. I hope nobody drinks it.
