Date: 23 Jun 1996

Since this is a Oooo, that reminds me kinda thing, there was one part of my ADB in Vegas post that I never mentioned, and you and everyone might or might not be able to relate to. Saturday morning, the morning after I passed out in the hotel room, Rob Fagen and I have a rather large breakfast, consisting mostly of eggs, sausage, bacon, and hash browns. Being full, I head off to run an errand oer at the Univ. of Nevada, Las Vegas. After running my errand and driving back to the hotel, driving down Flamingo Blvd, I have a coughing spat. Suddenly, I realize I'm going to puke. TERROR! What do I do?

I had been drinking a lot of water from my water bottle, so as I'm driving down the road, ready to turn onto Las Vegas Blvd, I spew the best I can into the water bottle. Well, as you can imagine, it didn't all go into the bottle, and a large portion ended up on my shirt. My eyes watering, the light turning green, I cap up the (now) puke bottle, drop it behind the street, grab the second water bottle (living in a desert, I always travel with at least two water bottles), and take a few large swigs. I wipe the tears from my eyes, kind of brush off my shirt, and continue back to the hotel as if nothing happened. Once there, I made sure that I carried my backpack so that it covered the yellowish color on my white t-shirt. Back in the room, I shower, and head off to find the group at the wine tasting, no harm, no foul.

OK, sorry I babbled. Oh, and nice story, too. Did I mention that before? Woops I did. Oh well. Later!