Last night I went drinking with my brother David and my buddy John. At the bar we met up with a girl, Evelyn, who knew me from High School, but I didn't remember her at all. I don't know what that means, or if that's good or bad.

She was pretty cool, she may be coming up to LA with John when he visits. She says she is but I don't believe her.

I had 3 Guniesses at the bar, then I allowed Evelyn to convince me to do a shot of Ketel One. I'm no good at doing shots. I downed it, ran into the bathroom and threw up.

My nose was filled with vomit and my ears were clogged. For the rest of the night all I could smell was vomit, and I couldn't hear anything. It was a great!

At some point during the evening I had to walk outside of the bar to make a phone call.

While I was outside David, who also is not good at doing shots, allowed himself to be talked into doing a shot. When Evelyn was doing her shot David did his. Except David was smarter then me. When Evelyn's head was back when she was doing her shot David took a sip or his shot and poured the rest of the drink behind the bar.

But he still threw up.

While at the bar.

According to David (I was outside on the phone) he was crouched down at the foot of the bar vomiting on the floor, but no one noticed. Some chick even walked in his puke while he was still vomiting.

He decided it was best to leave the bar before anyone noticed.

I see David walk out of the bar and then he threw up on the sidewalk in front of the bar. (As a side note, I should mention that before going to the bar both David and I ate a 7 course meal at a Cajun restaurant.) Even then without knowing that David threw up in the bar I was impressed by the amount that he threw up in front of the bar.

Unfortunately the phone call that I was in was a very important call so I suddenly had to spilt my attention between getting David a crapload of napkins while trying to hold an important conversation. It was pretty difficult.

David walked over to the store near the bar to buy some water and I followed him while finishing up my phone call. Evelyn was pretty pissed because she knew that the night was basically over (it was around 2:00 AM) and she wanted to do more drinking. And I wasn't even talking to her because I was on the phone and trying to deal with my sick brother. I didn't care that I was ignoring her because I was trying to deal with 2 things at once, and I barely know this girl so honestly I didn't care if she thought I was an asshole for ignoring her.

So she left and John drove David and me home.

When I got home I spent about a half hour in the shower trying to get the vomit out of my nose and just thinking about all the shity things that happened to me that day.

I promised David that I would mention that he did clean the vomit off his shoes before getting into John's car.