quietly puking my guts up...

is it possible to quietly puke? i tried it last night...not sure how successful i was. mike affectionately calls me pukey now though, so i didn't sneak it past him. haha. i'll just tell this story in typical laurie fashion:

we went to memphis yesterday to catch the grizzlies vs. the mavericks (go dirk!). had dinner at joe's crab shack and then we got to the game a couple of hours early. mike wanted to smoke and i wanted a couple of beers before we went into the arena, so we hung out in the parking garage for a while. this weird couple in a green mercedes pulled in across the row from us and made out for a while and then drove away. we decided they were having an affair. hehe. anyway yeah, so we both had a couple of beers and mike smoked and then we made a quick stop inside the peabody place mall thing (it's really more of a movie theater with accompanying shops than a mall...). then we went to the arena. the fedex forum is awesome! it has like stores and restaurants and stuff on the inside...along with the usual concession stands and stuff. anyway...we stopped at the grizzlies' store and both got a tshirt and then we stopped at this jack daniels bar restaurant place. i had a white russian (bad idea) and mike talked me into drinking a long island iced tea with him. so yeah.....i don't think i was really that drunk until i sat down in my seat.....on row X in the upper terrance level. it was really high. once i was there, i didn't want to get up. mike brought me a beer and i was cool. the game was really good in the first half. memphis was winning by like 10 at halftime. i had to pee sooooooo bad at halftime so i got up. that's when i realized how drunk i was. i had trouble getting to the stairs (i had to crawl over mike and 2 other people.....and i like grabbed this woman's leg and i apologized profusely). so blahblah i get to the bathroom...and i'm fine. and i stop at a concession stand and buy a bottle of water b/c all i could think about was how i needed some water. i head back up the stairs to my seat and when i get there i'm just like burning up and dizzy and i feel like i'm totally tripping. i shut my eyes and i had my head on mike's shoulder and he kept patting my leg asking if i was okay and i'm just like 'i don't know....give me a minute.' so the game starts back and i think i watched maybe 2 minutes of the whole second half. i kept leaning forward with my hands over my face and leaning back trying to not think about how high we were from the ground. at some point, i just couldn't take it anymore and i knew i was going to puke but there was no way i was going to be able to make it down the stairs and back out to the bathroom. so i just dumped my shirt out of the bag and puked in the bag. hah. how attractive. how humiliating! all i could think about then was if anyone could see me or hear me and how disgusting it is. my hair was in my face and i didn't realize i had puke in my hair until i got to the car. and i didn't realize how it was still there until i got home to my apartment a long time later. i ended up rinsing my hair before i went to sleep. ick. so yeah, i was pretty sick and mike kept asking if i wanted to leave and i was like no, i came to see the game and i'm staying until it's over! and i think we split with like 2 mins left in the 4th quarter. he was really sweet to me even though i was so embarrassed. held my hand the whole way to the car and i knew he wanted to stay and kick it on beale for a while, but he was like we're going home. then when we got in the car, i was asking if anyone else saw me puke and he said he didn't think so. we were sitting around a bunch of old people, so i'm sure they just thought i was a typical stupid drunk teenager. which i guess i was last night.

i never meant for it to get that bad! they just make some serious drinks at the forum and mine didn't mix too well, especially after climbing 20 rows of seats. i probably won't be drinking anything in the near future.

he wants to go to another game like next month (vs. detroit). i told him i'd go if he was buying the tickets and i'm not drinking anything. i don't really want to sit that high up again either though. that was scary!

so, i guess he's now officially seen me at my worst. and he still called me this morning to see how i was feeling and to call me pukey. i told him he needs to take that story to his grave, but i know everyone that we are mutual friends with (and even those we're not) is going to know about how i ended up puking into my grizzlies bag during the basketball game.

i think my favorite parts of our road trips are the times we are actually on the road. during the week we really don't talk that much anymore. just do our things and ask how your day was and then split at the end of the night. and yesterday we had like all this time to just catch up and bond and stuff. and it's cool. i like how there's not really any weird awkward silences. and he sings along with the radio, which shows me he's comfortable b/c i know i don't sing to the radio with just anyone around. that's kinda cheesy, isn't it?

we did talk about us. and how we are offically an 'us'. so yeah, i'm glad. true, this conversation went down when we were both drunk, but i think people are more honest and they hold nothing back when they're drinking. my horoscope for that day had something to do with how i should stop denying the fact i was in love, b/c the other person is in love with me too. i dunno about that....but i may be.....and he may be....we'll see.

i'm just overall.....content. i don't want to say it too loud b/c i'll curse myself, but it feels good. and it's nice to have this feeling this time of year. every christmas i whine about how no one loves me and how i hate being alone, and i'm not going to say this year will be any different since he's going to texas on christmas eve and not coming back until after new years, but i think i can manage a week.

speaking of christmas...what do i get him? i want something that's sweet, but not like mushy romantic sappy sweet. the girl he was going out with last christmas got him a wallet, so that's out, and it's really not along the lines i was thinking of. i dunno though. i've never had a boyfriend at christmas! so yeah, if you have any genius ideas, or maybe someone's gotten you something cool and memorable, leave me a comment. and i'll let you know what i ended up getting.

i just feel bad for the person at the forum that found my bag of puke. should probably send them a gift too, huh? oh yeah...and dallas won :)

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