Friday, June 1, 2007

In Front Of the White House

Today I threw up on George Bush's front lawn.

The story begins with my colleague leaving us to go back to grad school. She was one of the few people in the organization who was my age, which made us automatic friends. Plus she's cute.

We all took her to the bar across the street from work to see her off. I had contributed to a gift for her and was shocked to find out that the lady who in charge of the event bought her a scale. WTF? Scales aren't something that you buy people who are leaving the office. But that's beside the point. I stayed at the bar with her until 11, when I staggered home, ate some mac and cheese and fell asleep on the couch.

I woke up at 4 in the morning and got into bed with my girlfriend. We live in sin.

Later, I got on the bus to work and started feeling a bit ill. Apparently gin martinis will do that if consumed in the proper quantities. The bus didn't help. I kept thinking, "breathe deep" and "don't puke on the bus." I got off at the White House and lingered by a trashcan but the feeling passed. I was walking through the park in front of the white house when it came back. I saw a trashcan by a group of tourists and made my way towards it but it was too late.

I truly hope that the tourists saw my gov id badge before I started hurling, as it would probably give them something much more memorable than pictures of the the white house gate. Its a shame I wasn't dressed up, cause puking businessmen are always great to see.

1 comment:

chongdiddy said...

Hey listen here...dude! Your picture of the FRONT of the white house is showing up on my google image search of the BACK of the white