I had a great time with my friends last night. I'm back in Indianapolis now.

Last night a large group of us were at Nick's. Most of our group was playing "Sinking the Bismarck." For those of you who don't know it's a drinking game you play with beer. I hate beer, so I was just sitting back and drinking a whiskey and diet. Well, the night progressed and we seem to just laugh more and more and get louder and louder.

After pool, darts, etc., a guy in our crew thinks it's a great idea to do Irish Car Bombs. Again, I hate beer, so I just watched as everyone downed these bad boys. All of the sudden, my friend L looks at me and says, "I need to go to the bathroom." I figured she either needed to tell me something or needed my help, so off we went.

We barely made it in before she said, "I'm going to get sick." I go in the stall with her and grab her hair to pull it back. She then vomits her little guts out.

The problem is...I have the most HORRIFIC gag reflex known to man. If I hear someone vomiting or smell it, I'm in trouble. If I see someone spit, I'm in trouble. So I'm standing there, holding her hair back with one hand, and covering my own mouth with the other--and gagging right along with her. My only saving grace is that I never actually throw up, I just gag.

I hate that I can't get over this. What am I going to do when I have a kid and he/she vomits all over me? Deep breaths, I guess.

Posted by Lawren at January 18, 2004 11:07 AM

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