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Nobody's interested in the disgusting details about how I barfed on New Year's Eve are they?

Yak!

I barfed!

Vomited. Threw up. Yakked. Hurled. Ralphed. Puked. Upchucked. Prayed to the porcelain god (technically I didn't). Blew chunks. Booted. Heaved. Spewed.

Yep. Hey, how's lunch?

Friday night after a friend's birthday party.

In my father-in-law's driveway.

In the snow so that it was there for him the next morning when he was snowblowing.

I believe his quote when I got up was, "Who had the pasta?" complete with a shit-eating grin.

Simply put, I didn't eat enough. Been a long time since I did that. Grey Goose Vodka and Ocean Spray Cranberry Juice plus only three or four bites of appetizers is a recipe for disaster. Yikes! I'm a little embarrassed, but by no means devastated.

My father-in-law, being the cool guy that he is, followed up his "joke" with, "Its not the first time I"m sure it wont' be the last." I'm sure he meant that somebody barfed in his driveway or his property because I hope its the last time for me, but.........who knows? I've said that before.

On Saturday I swore I would never drink again but I deep down I don't really believe I'll follow through with that promise. I've broken it before.

Boy its been a long time since I felt like that. Mrs. Blogger (who drove of course) when asked if I did anything embarrassing at the party replied, "You got a bit loud at the end there. But, no, not really."

Yeah. I barfed. Oh well.