Chow An Appetizing Anecdote
posted by May 29 at 16:44 PM
onBonnie and Clyde were shot to death on May 23, 1934. A friend throws a party on the anniversary of the shooting every year, with 46 shots of alcohol served for the 46 shots that killed them. It’s a good party. There’s no rule, but people usually look sorta old-fashioned. And there’s lots to drink. I only remember doing one shot of whiskey this year—you mark where you’ve killed them on a big drawing—but that’s not counting all the vodka.
Now, I may look like a person who’s been drunk a lot in his lifetime, but beneath this exterior beats the heart of a truly uptight guy. I had my first sip of alcohol at 19. Until two weekends ago, I’d never been so drunk I threw up.
So it’s the morning after the Bonnie and Clyde party and there’s a strange smell in the kitchen. The kitchen sink is piled with dishes that I’ve been putting off—piled higher than the sink. And now the dishes and the walls of the sink are coated in crusty, stinking orange stuff. I have no recollection of throwing up in the kitchen sink in the middle of the night, but there it is. Vomit. Hardened to all the dishes. Bits of raw cauliflower. Bits of basil. Salsa chunks. Some unidentifiables.
I fill the sink with water to let everything soak—right? And then after it’s soaked? Well, the problem is I don’t have a garbage disposal, or a dishwasher, and there are huge hunks of stuff in this water, which I can’t let go down the drain, or it’ll get all backed up and I’ll have problems only a plumber can solve. I put all the dishes on the counter and pull up the stopper thing at the bottom of the sink and empty it into the trash, while plugging the drain with a dish, but when I put the stopper thing back in place it fills up immediately, and—well, at this rate, I’ll be cleaning this up into next year. I need something bigger than this stopper thing, so I grab a big plastic noodle strainer.
The noodle strainer works much better than the stopper thing, because it’s big and catches more, but after a while—a lot longer than it should take—it occurs to me that, like, I’m not going to be able to purify this water with a noodle strainer, no matter how many times I drag it through. Have I mentioned the identifiable food? And the smell? I am essentially playing with my own vomit. Through my kitchen window I can see people out on the street, in the sun, enjoying their lives.
Only then—insights come hard when you’re hungover—does it occur to me that, um, I should get a big bowl, something that doesn’t have holes in it, and just carry all this chunky water to the toilet and flush it down. Whoa! Brilliant! I don’t spill a drop. Then I wash all the dishes with a vomit-encrusted sponge, to get off all the big stuff, and then again with a clean sponge, to actually clean them, and then clean the sink and the counter where I had to put the dishes while playing with my vomit, and then throw away the sponges.
Why couldn’t I have just thrown up on the floor? That would have been so much easier to clean.
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No garbage disposal? That's unfortunate.
So glad you are three floors up.
You used to be really hot Chirstopher....not so much now. Actually, kinda sad really.
.. of all the things you could write about...
... of all the things I could read about...
... why do you hate us so?
Professionals try to throw up in the toilet... (even more easy)
Huh, I did the same thing, except in the bathroom sink. I scooped the vomit -- also chunky and orange -- out with a cup. Soulmates!
To #3 -- I don't know about "used to", but I remember seeing dude dressed as a sailor last year and thinking the exact opposite of your insult, if you were being serious....
I could say "TMI" but I'm laughing too hard.
Here's some advice from a hyperconsumerist, unconcerned about landfill and waste issues.
Three words.
Buy
New
Dishes.
Beats saliva-only herf.
It seems like no matter what I've eaten my vomit comes up orange. Why is that?
Christopher is hot. I'd do him. In fact... I've done him.
Uh, Christopher, it's a drain. You don't have to "purify" the water before letting it go down. Pick up the big stuff and let the rest go down. Run the hot tap while it's going and you'll be fine. If you think it's clogging, you can always pour a boiling teakettle down -- you have a teakettle, right? But really, if it's small enough to go through the holes in the drainpipe, it's not going to clog.
The metaphysical shame of the aftermath of drinking too much is an essential part of the fun.
Try puking in the bed next time. That's real fun. I still don't know what to do with my duvet.
As if we needed another piece of evidence that The Stranger staff is completely self-absorbed...
ROFFEL!!!!!!! hahahah this was great.
Wow... I usually aim for the toilet... that means all I've got to clean later is the splatters.
I don't know if I'd ever be able to use those dishes again. :(
http://youtube.com/watch?v=cLP3qotuFig&mode=related&search=
thats all i can say about that ....
gross. this is news?
You're the best.
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