Archive for January 4th, 2008

It’s 8 a.m. right now and I just woke up after catching about 4 hours of shut eye.  I’m going to be boarding a plane in a couple hours.  I feel like hell this is going to be brutal.  I remember just a year ago I was writing stuff down on Notecards so I could remember what my drunk ass was thinking at all times.  Now I get to write all my random thoughts onto this nifty little notepad on my iPhone (my new Christmas gift)94.   

Normally I talk about how I’m writing in my hungover slash drunk mode, nope this time I’m still obliviated.  Since I can’t focus enough to make this fit any sort of style I’m going back to my old article style with just random comment after another.

Just finished watching my parents argue over the most trivial stupid thing.  Why are parents so good at that?  Who the fuck cares how much stuff is in the suitcase?  Stop arguing, it will get packed regardless.

Vomited last night a lot.  I remember having to pull the cab over to boot/pull the trigger.  And then doing it in some random front yard of a house on their bushes.  Ah well.

That night, I went out with a good friend of mine in Denmark, DanishGuy#2.  It was my last night in Denmark and was the only night we could get together.  I initially hadn’t planned on drinking hard because I knew I had to get up at 8 a.m. and travel all day.  But, we go to the first bar and they’re charging normal Danish rates, $20 large long islands and $10 beers.  So, I saw no incentive to go hard at it there.  

Just got sidetracked.  I’m listening to my iPod on shuffle and an old 50 cent song called ‘Heat’ came on.  In the song he claims he wears bulletproof hats.  What the fuck? Those exist?

Had a couple drinks and we moved on to the next bar.  This was a really fun German Beerfest type bar with everybody in the bar ranging from age 18-25, the exact kind of crowd I like being around.  We go up to the bar to get some beers and take a shot when we notice they have $2 Jaegger shots.  This type of shot price is absolutely unheard of in Denmark.  Needless to say we hit it really hard leading to my puking demise.  I really am a tool, these days Jaegger has surpassed Tequila and really is my shot of choice.    

Just finished a little nap while driving to the airport, my head is still pounding.  You know the same type of pounding one does to their girlfriend after not seeing them for weeks.  

Oh my God.  I’m pretty sure I’d rather be in Hell for that hour than go through that type of pain again.  It hurts me just writing this back out.  The first flight was an hour long and the pain never let up and I have no one to blame but myself.  I went out hard last night and I deserve this.

Another sidetrack.  The new Bow Wow/Omarion cd Faceoff is real solid.  I’m a big fan of this cd right now.  It combines Bow Wow, one of my favorite artists/rappers and puts a little RnB flavor to it.  The kind of stuff TwinKidMan would love.  See I like RnB to an extent, one song here, one song there that’s fine.  But, I can’t listen to an entire cd straight through that’s just annoying.  Same shit every song.  The only time I can endure multiple RnB songs is when I’m laying the pipe.  

Back to story.  So, I’m on the airplane about 5 minutes into the flight when we start experiencing some turbulence.  No, I didn’t get scared about dying, I love flying and am never worried about the plane going down.   I mean I’d just be depressed I didn’t enter the mile high club before my demise.  The turbulence wasn’t even anything to write home about, it existed to just fuck with my body.  It felt as if the turbulence was actually inside me, specifically my stomach just spinning it round like a DJ.   I stand up to go the bathroom and vomit everything out of me when the fucking stewardess tells me to sit down, no one can get up until we are through the turbulence.  I was too angry to get into an altercation.  Instead I opened up the puking bag they provide you on flights hoping it couldn’t hold all my vomit and planned on leaving the mess and letting her clean it up.  Unfortunately (for me and fortunately for her) I was able to hold it down until they turned the damn seat belt light off.  By the time I get to the bathroom my head is spinning from focusing so hard on keeping the vomit down.  This is the part of the story where I spent the next 5 minutes dry heaving praying to the porcelain god.  Not the manageable type of vomit where stuff is exhaling every two seconds.  No, the kind where it is either bile or nothing because I hadn’t ate anything since vomiting everything out of my system in the cab a few hours earlier.  I get back to my seat drink some water and continue to hold back vomit for the rest of the flight.  I didn’t feel better the rest of the day.  This continued for hours even after the first flight.  I hated life and throughout the whole ordeal I asked myself over 100 times if given the same situation would I go out that hard again.  And, I could never give myself a complete no, you shouldn’t have done that.  I really feel like 90 times out of a 100 I would re-do that night with DanishGuy#2 even given the outcome.  

Side Note 94: Speaking of the iPhone.  I fucking love the thing and all but there are some really simple issues that I can’t believe apple overlooked.  EvilFather and I have had some good discussions about it and she’s going to write a guest article on our frustrations.