Well, THAT went well...

Does getting trashed by accident and throwing up all over yourself make for a good evening with your parents? Hmm. Probably not.

I don't know if it was The Nervous, the boat, the Buffalo Milk (and by the way, what was I thinking when I agreed to not one but three glasses of anything with milk in it?), or the six other drinks we had with my brother and sis-in-law but whatever it was, it didn't sit well in my stomach.

*BARF*

Honestly. What was I thinking?

The good news is that my mom and dad didn't seem (from what Dennis told me) to be terribly upset with either of us. "It gets the best of everyone sometimes. Welcome to the island". And up until we got blasted they seemed to like him, so yay for that. My bro and sis-in-law also get mad props for rescuing me and throwing me into the shower and my clothes into the wash so that I could clean up before dinner so yay for that too.

I am so embarrassed though. Mortified really.

I CANNOT believe that I got sick all over myself. And of all days, the day when Dennis finally meets my parents. Even though I'm pretty sure that this will all be a funny story eventually, it sure doesn't feel funny NOW. *sigh*

Ummm...yeah.

Just seen on the way home from my brother's house, across town:

A random guy crossing the street with a "Playboy" logo tattoo'd approximately four inches tall, on the side of his neck, just under his left ear.

Duuuuude. What in the name of Heaven were you thinking???