I spent the day with my Dad. Showed him my old pad, my new digs, and my planes. It was great. We went to dinner at Los Olivos or something. It was reallllyyyy good. Clearly the best part of the night.
Especially since afterwards. I got shaving creamed because I fell asleep with the door open. That was bad. This picture was taken as I was waking up and realizing I was just thoroughly pranked.
Then, I decide to go clean up and hang around, since I am up and all pumped up. So I wash my face, and brush my teeth. What is their to do after that? Start drinking of course! So I start sipping on a beer. It was gross because I had just brushed my teeth, but I figured that would go away after the first couple sips. Not so much.
So we’re standing outside, on the balcony, and I decide that I am going to be sick. I start puking off of the side of the balcony. As in, “geronimo”, “look out below”. Clearly, the best part of this was that nobody skipped a beat when I started spewing. They kept right on chuggin. In fact, while I was spewing they were asking me questions as if nothing were happening at all. Having someone ask you if you want to buy their Gap Gift card while you are puking really can broaden your view.
So, tonight sucked. Really bad. When the guys on the balcony asked how many beers I had, and I replied “one”, They laughed. When they noticed I drank only half of it, they balled. I suggested that my new nickname should be ‘Half Pint’.
Here’s to hoping.
Joshua Ziering