yesterday, i met doug and alexa for lunch at Studio One, a lovely little brunch place with fantastic cripsy homefries (the cubed kind but probably deepfried). i was waiting outside for a table, surrounded by hungover undergrads. a small group to my left were all quietly sipping on 1/2 liter bottles of gatorade. in the group, one unshaven, scraggly-haired boy in an inside-out sweatshirt with a baseball cap pulled low over his eyes, looked particularly worse for wear. his friends were having a heated, if slow and low energy, debate on the merits of the Studio One french toast versus the omelet. "Duuuuuuuuuuude," the kid mumbled to his friends, "just the thought of eating..."and he trailed off. he then leaned back over the bench he was sitting on and loudly puked on the sidewalk. he sat back up, a new man, wiped off his mouth and declared, "Duuuuuuuude," with great enthusiasm, "I feel so much better now! Duuuuude, i just burst like a blueberry, man. A blueberry!"
yeah. i just adore living in a college town sometimes.
i will say though, that despite this unpleasant situation, i did have a lovely lunch. i had a good 1/2 hr to get over the puking thing, so i was fully recovered and able to enjoy my homefries (extra crispy), poached eggs and toast. and i enjoyed the company of my lovely midwestern friends. those midwesterns sure are friendly!