The night they blew grits

Shaine came over to visit last night. We discussed spirituality, drugs, religion, and his trip to Thailand and Cambodia while he and Tomek downed a 750ml bottle of Krupnik. Shaine held his vodka impressively well. Tomek, not so well. I watched the alcohol hit him harder and harder as the evening wore on, even though they had finished drinking. Shaine wanted to show us some pictures of his trip, so while he set that up, I fed LB.

As I brought her up onto my shoulder for a burp, she spat up, projectile-style. She got it in my hair, down the back of my shirt, down the back of my pants, on my underwear, and on both quilts on our bed. But, she managed to miss herself completely. I changed clothes, wiped off the quilts and turned them around so the pukey part would be at our feet until I could wash them, and tied my sticky hair back.

Then we joined Shaine and Tomek to watch the slideshow. 20 pics in, Tomek dashed for the bathroom. He prayed to the porcelain god for a bit, spewed, and rejoined us. Minutes later, he dashed off again, and didn't return. I was worried he may have passed out in the bathroom, but he hadn't. He was leaning over the sink, thoroughly hammered. I told Shaine that Tomek would probably be occupied for a while, and since it was after midnight, Shaine decided to bounce. He opened the door to say bye to Tomek, but quickly backed out and shut it again. I asked if Tomek was throwing up, although I could hear that he was, and then asked if he was heaving in the sink or in the toilet. Shaine thought for a second before replying, "in the garbage".

Great.

Shaine left, and I put LB in her crib to go help Tomek. He must have disgorged everything from the past 2 days. I got the bed made and cleared a path for him from my side of the bed to our ensuite bathroom. When I heard him fumbling to open the bathroom door, I helped him to the bedroom, stripping his clothes off as we stumbled down the hall, because they were puked upon. Poor guy, can't handle his Polish vodka anymore.

It took me another hour to get LB settled down to sleep, and then I woke Tomek up using my best Mom voice and made him drink some water.

This morning he went to work, but came home for a nap and some borscht, and spewed in the parking garage on his way up.

Watch out for that Krupnik. It's so good, but has some very retched after-effects.