The Exorsister
March 17th, 2007I’m warning you now, this may not be a post you want to read. If for some reason you believe me to be lady-like or have some shred of dignity in my bones, this post will shatter that image of me…..
So tonight Jeff, Zac, Keri and I decided to meet for dinner at Ralberto’s before Zac and Jeff had meetings. Jeff had been out of town the past three weeks, and the rest of the gang was need some Chicago-time and wanted to hear all about Jeff’s trip to Thailand. Ralberto’s is one of those hole-in-the wall Mexican food places that has amazing food in an not so amazing environment. So we ate… we talked… we caught up… everything was going fine. Everyone had ordered their favorite dish and had finished when it looked to almost be time for us all to depart ways and continue with the rest of our evenings. All of a sudden, I felt a chip of ice catch in my throat and coughed to dislodge it. The first cough was minor but out of nowhere a second cough appeared. A strange cough…. an involuntary cough that was both juicy in sound and quite paralyzing because this cough was a puking cough. Oh yeah, that’s right I puked. I puked all over the table. I tried to stop it but only ended up with puke all over my hands, in my hair, and down my shirt. I was mortified…. freaking out, silent tears mortified. And everyone else was laughing. What could you do… I had puked and they found it funny. It was kinda like when you’re 8 and do something in front of your whole class that is the most embarrassing thing ever except this time it was random school children it was three of my best friends… who laughed. After what seemed like hours and was probably only minutes, Keri brought napkins to help me clean up as best as possible. Jeff even contributed to a campaign to make me feel better by purposefully spilling his drink on his shirt.. and all I could think was you spilled … I puked. Zac couldn’t stop laughing….. and eventually we all left. Cleaned up the table and went in our own direction…. as least I’ve earned my self a new nickname….. The Exorsister. Thanks, Zac.
Music is my life. Everything can be expressed, handled or just felt more deeply with the right chord or phrase. I have been blessed with some amazing friends and am still at that point where my life is an open book. If you’d like, stick around for a bit and help me write a few chapters…