Our Company’s Holiday party was Friday and me and 2 coworkers went out after. We stumbled home shitty shitty drunk, and my coworker (who I barely know) proceeded to barf all over the tile floors in my living room. Seeing as I was passed out on the couch and couldn’t do more than crawl to my own bed, my roommate, after arriving home at 2:30 am herself, cleaned up the mess.
She gets a prize.
Barfy coworker on the other hand does not. He flushed a huge wad of paper towels down the toilet, clogged the toiled, flushed again, overflowed the toilet, then puked on the mess and fled the scene.
I woke up to my roommate recapping the living room barf, and me discovering my soggy toilet barf water covered bath room.
Seriously, the only thing I was stoked on Saturday morning was that my hangover wasn’t that bad, and at least I wasn’t my coworker.
So after eating breakfast, buying a plunger at 9:00 am, and cleaning barfy toilet water, the only thing I had left to do was unclog the toilet. Only I couldn’t do it.
It literally took hours of plunging before the clog freed itself, and finally I was free of a puke filled bathroom.
So I showered (duh!) and headed to LA to hang out with Refuses. Where we had a relatively casual party with his roommates, cousin, and sister, and a smidgen too much Patron. I was on high alert from having been drunk not-to-long ago and passed out on the early end of the party.
Refuses on the other hand blacked out and barfed all over the place, and on carpet no less!
He had never gotten sick with me before but let’s just put it this way, I saw the barbeque AFTER.
I went to bed and Refuses kinda cleaned, and on Sunday I watched football and Refuses was still cleaning.
Gross. Once again, I was just thankful it wasn’t me.