WARNING: If you are appalled, offended, or otherwise just not interested in gross/inappropriate stories, you might want to skip this one. To paraphrase Mike Judge, this post should not be read by anyone.
No, really, this wasn't pleasant for me and probably won't be for you, either.
Oh, well, if you're still here then you've been appropriately warned.
I consider myself to be a modest person, so it's a bit of a shock to be outside the tent at midnight wearing nothing but my underwear. The more pressing concern, though, is why I'm currently spewing my stomach contents all over the place. You may recall from the last post that I put a plastic bag near my sleeping bag in case of disaster. Unfortunately, when the time came, I wasn't able to get the bag open. So instead of puking into the bag, I puked all over the outside of the bag - and the inside of the tent. That was bad enough, but my head was at the highest point in the tent, and gravity worked its inevitable magic.
TANGENT: Things unlikely to show up in a "Love is..." cartoon: Love is screaming at your wife to "STOP IT!" when she cries while you're trying to clean the vomit off of everything in a tent.
Of course I couldn't be content to do it just once, so a couple of hours later, say 2 a.m. or so, we had a repeat performance. This time I made it out of the tent and found different thoughts going through my head like: Why me? What on earth did I eat? and How on earth are the people in the next tent sleeping (and snoring like that) through this?
And just to top it off there was another bout around 7 a.m. This time I only made it to the front part of the tent (foyer? vestibule?) - the part covered by the rain fly, but not the tent proper. There was a girl walking by at the time and she just looked at me and went "Oooh!"
Not a good scene, all around.
4 comments:
Really? I finally made it all the way from the beginning of your blog to catch up, passing on all the commenting I wanted to do b/c I was a year behind...then as soon as I was caught up I immediately started jonesing for another entry...and THIS is what I get? Of course it is.
Card for puking in the tent.
~Cass
Chad, I swear by Coke Syrup for eliminating nausea. In fact if you Google it you will see I am not alone in this belief. It is in almost any pharmacy in the USA so maybe you can get lucky where you are and score some. By the way I mean Coca cola not the other.
I dont friend feed or facebook but the answer to your question is " my lovely lady humps" Don't ask me how I know that either.:)
Cass,
I would gladly take a card for puking in the tent if it would grant me absolution.
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