D'nell's Side:
So the 4 of us meet at Jen's to drop off our crap and then we bounce over to the P'ville Carrows for dinner. Jenny is speaking in this English accent and we are all generally being giggly and silly...as usual. Our dear patient waiter comes around and we all order...Jen and I get the fish and chips, Amber gets this BBQ Bacon Burger (love the alliteration!) and Becca gets the Yankee Pot Roast. We're eating and the stuffing of our faces lasts for like 5 minutes until we whine that we are all too full so our dear patient waiter brings us doggy boxes. And he asked what type of accent Jenny had. Killer. And I got a picture of me sitting on the toilet. Cool beans. After dinner we bounce up Main Street and up past Grocery Outlet, then we turn around and go back down by Rectum Street then go back up by Togo's to the scary crack den rape park, then back down Main Street. Now this whole time Becca is getting progressively quieter and quiter, and around the time we are at the Harley Davidson shop Jenny's like, "Becca, are you falling asleep?" because Becca was leaning up against the window. And Becca's like, "No, I don't feel good." and we are all like, that sucks, you know, then like 4.5 seconds later Becca says, "Jen, pull over." I was like holy monkey, she is going to blow! Jen can't pull over, because we are at a stop sign and there is no room on the right for the car, and Becca gurgles and I plug my ears and then she barfs all over the front seat. And when I say all over the front seat, I mean the window, the dash, the floor, the seat, the CD holder, the door, under the seat, and all over her shoes, jeans and sweatshirt. We pull into a parking lot and I am like get me the hell out of the car. I am so bad with puke. I consider myself a weak stomached, nauseous sort. I can't handle alot of food, and other people ralphing just makes me cry...and then throw up. And I had no desire to throw up fish. So Amber and I dash out of the backseat and Jenny is the nice one that helps Becca out. Hey, I walked across the street to the coffeeshop to get water and paper towels! I felt like a crown turdburglar but hell no! No Yankee puke for me! I am very impressed with Jen for mopping up the hot, steamy vomit and not being a wuss. Eventually it all gets "cleaned up" and I brave the smelly ride to Jen's. It smelled like warm, cheesy popcorn or something...which normally wouldn't be bad but knowing it was regurgitated pot roast...ugh. We get to Jen's, we open presents, Amber leaves, and Becca falls asleep on the couch. Jenny and I go out again and we finally get my damn red hats:) That's it. Becca barfing was the highlight. How crappy is that? Who cares about the gifts exchanged or our conversations or the red hats. Becca puked! |
