Porcelain Gods

"Do not be afraid of vomiting if you must; it is not vomiting but holding the vomit in your throat that is foul."- Desiderius Erasmus

The Urban Dictionary defines praying to the porcelain Gods as:

To Vomit into a lavatory bowl while on your hands and knees as if one is in a position of prayer.

As you can start to assume from the opening lines of this blog that I entered the temple of Porcelain and made many visits to the altar.  This story starts on Saturday night, I was heading into the city to celebrate my friend Baum's bday.  Took a bus in and the night started as any typical city night.  We stopped at a liquor store and picked up a bottle of vodka and headed to one of Baum's friends apartments.  This apartment was insane, a little description of the place:  46th floor, 3 bedrooms, 2 balconies with views of the Empire State Building and the Chrysler Building and just an overall huge apartment.  Pretty fucking sweet, I digress.  So this bottle of vodka is starting to be mixed with some redbull and finding its way down my throat.  After about an hour or more of this it is time to head over to the bar.

The bar we are going to is the Wet Bar in the W Hotel on 39th.  I recommend the place, do not remember too much of it but the waitresses were hot.  We sit down at the table that we were given and very quickly bottles are on the table.  After many drinks and small talk I am drunk, there is no debating this at this point.  If I saw you that night, I very possibly do not remember talking to you.  I have no idea what time we are looking at but at one point in the night I start to see the room spin and no that it is only a matter of time till I will be heading to the bathroom.  I decide not to wait and head there immediatley, where I figure best way to feel better is pulling the trigger.  Man was I wrong 3 visits to the bathroom later I am standing back at the table where some friends still are.  That's when the bouncer comes up to me and says:

"Guy I think it's time for you to go home."

my response was: "Man you are 100% right, I am just waiting for my boy to pay the bill and I am getting the fuck out of here."

That was the last thing I remember until about 6:00 in the morning when I awake in my friends bathroom.

The next day I am riding on the bus and Baum calls me and has no idea how we managed to get home and how he got in his bed.  You can only imagine how I felt waking up in his bathroom with no idea how I got there.

Now to the normal person you might think, well I had a bad night or an unusual night.  However, if you know me you know that many a night ends up with me on the bathroom floor, or even in the bath tub.  All I am saying is there is nothing better than cold tile floor when you are puking. 

All in all I had a great time Saturday night celebrating my friend's bday.  Hope everyone that was there did as well.  All thats left of this weekend is to look forward to the next weekend, and of course the potential of saying a little prayer to the Porcelain Gods.

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Yesterdays Movie Quote was Rudy.  If you have not seen Rudy something is fucking wrong with you!  It is one of the few movies a guy will admit to tear up during.  If you haven't seen it grow up and go see it.

Todays Quote: "The new phone book's here! The new phone book's here!
-Boy, I wish I could get that excited about nothing.
-Nothing? Are you kidding? Page 73 - Johnson, Navin R.! I'm somebody now! Millions of people look at this book everyday! This is the kind of spontaneous publicity - your name in print - that makes people. I'm in print! Things are going to start happening to me now."

Question of the day:  What was your most intoxicated night?

I can't give an answer right now as I can not think of one night at the time.  But let me hear about yours.