What's that sound above my head?

Today I woke up to the sound of someone throwing up beside me. What a way to start the day.

The guilty party turned out to be my eight-month-old infant. At least it didn’t faze me. Not that I wasn’t concerned. Let’s just say it happens more often than I would like. My wife, however, was fazed since she got the full treatment from my son.

Now, if he had meant to throw up as a practical joke – that would be awesome. We could tour all around on the late night TV show circuit. First he could puke on Letterman, then Leno, and finally Jon Stewart. I would take him to more shows, but really, he’s only 8 months old. He needs his sleep between barfings.

Speaking of tossing one’s cookies, there was this one time in Muncie Indiana that I was almost thrown up on. I managed to slide out of my sleeping bag just as the puke hit my pillow. My friend Ben was throwing up on the dresser beside me and must have thought he was in the bathroom. Was I supposed to be the fuzzy bathmat? Good thing I heard that one coming.

I can’t say the same for my friend Troy (let’s call him Bif to conceal his identity). A few years post the 'Muncie Incident', after a late night bender, Bif wasn’t able to get away in time from my outpour of stomach contents. The splatter effect was remarkable due to my height advantage from the top bunk bed.

From Bif's perspective, he woke up to the sound of rain splattering on the papers I had taped to my wall. Only after the 'rain' started hitting him did he get up to see me repeatedly using the back of my hand to clear the puke from my bed. I guess I had a fluid arm motion since a wide arc of the floor was affected. Bif wasn’t too thrilled about peeling partially digested nachos and salsa off his shoes the next morning.

Boy, what a friend. And he doesn’t even bring it up that often anymore in mixed company.


And now for something completely different . . .

Not too much else happened today other than I realized I need more music in my life. All the great movies have great soundtracks. I’ll need to work on mine. So far I’m drawing a blank.

I’ve been a bit musically incoherent since I had a whole batch of CDs stolen from my apartment in school. I figured it was better to act like the music didn’t mean anything to me rather than facing up to the fact that I just lost a few hundred dollars worth of music. At the time a few hundred dollars was everything.
Now you’re lucky if you can get a plane ticket for that.

That’s all I got for now . . . more will follow later.

By the way, the photo above is not me nor Ben. It's just a random picture from the web. It's amazing what Google Images can find.