Blargh!

This weekend was crazy with all the people out on the streets for the holiday. There were people in from out of town for IML, there were Cubs fans, and there were tourists up the yin yang clogging the sidewalks with their constant gawking and overuse of fanny packs and culottes.

One night I passed by a girl who couldn't walk a straight line, bumping into bushes and parking meters as she made her way down the street. She looked like she just came from a frat party and was dripping with college semen. The funny thing is that she kept saying "Happy Labor Day! WOOOOOOHOOO! Margaritas!" After I passed her, I heard her throw up on the sidewalk and I turned around to see her hunched over as she staggered and she wiped her mouth on her shirt. There's a Christmas card moment right there.

It made me think about the last time I threw up in public. I was 21 and I just thought I was the big party boy in Houston, boasting my ability to hold liquor with my small frame. I was at a bar with my friend John and I got so drunk that I threw up in the middle of the place and all over John's new shoes. They had to clear a huge space to clean it up and I was asked to leave. From that moment, I swore to myself that I'd control my alcohol consumption. Fortunately, I've been able to keep it down pretty well.

I think that it's extremely gross to see people completely trashed when they're out in public. There's a difference between flirting with cuties when you're buzzed and fighting to keep yourself standing upright as you make your way past people who are afraid that you'll touch them or vomit on them.