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There's a scene in Donnie Darko that I'm sure everyone who has seen the movie is familiar with. It's the one that goes along to "Head Over Heels." It's comprised of three long tracking shots. I'm in love with this scene. I hope one day, if I ever make a movie, that I'll have the brains to pull off one of these. Paul Thomas Anderson does those types of shots a lot. I'm sure a lot of directors do. There are a lot in Boogie Nights. He directed a music video that was just one long ass tracking shot in some building that's famous for having the longest halls in America. That kinda shit takes planning and brains, plenty of brains. You have to do that shit in one take. Or else it's shit.
Last night I went to the IB with Bob and John. Normally I hate the IB, the Inn Between. But last night, it was more of a deep-rooted disgust coupled with a thick hatred for all of mankind. Last night was "Meet the Greeks" night, so it was 18+. I was one of two or three people in the bar that was not a member of a frat or sorority. But that's not the point.
The point is: I didn't drink enough to vomit. But that's not the point. The point is: I vomited quite a bit. I was walking home from Mama Mia's, having purchased a slice of pizza and a garlic knot. Seeing as I ate only half a salad yesterday, I pretty much scarfed the food. I decided to celebrate my freshly filled stomach by smoking a bong. So I load that shit up and take a pretty big hit. Then I coughed. I coughed a lot which upset my stomach, causing me to spit up some partially digested pizza. Rather than eat it, I took it to the bathroom and placed it in the toilet. As I washed my hands of the mess, I started coughing more and more. My stomach couldn't take it, so it released the pizza and garlic knot into the sink. I didn't think quick enough to move 2 feet over to the toilet. I realized immediately that the chunky state of the hardly digested food prohibited it from moving down the drain. So I stuck my head into the drain and tried fishing my puke out. This made me want to puke more and having learned from previous errors, I turned to the toilet and let loose. The height at which my head was caused significant splashback, which got toilet water all over my leg. The thought of shitty toilet water on my leg made me puke even more. When I got over the toilet water, I went back to the sink and fished some more puke out. Each time I transferred my puke from the sink to the toilet, I threw up some more. So I cleaned and puked until both the sink and my stomach were devoid of partially digested pizza.
Now, this pissed me off for two reasons. 1) I wasn't intoxicated enough to cause evacuation. and 2) I paid $2 and tipped an extra buck for that pizza. and 3) Those drinks I bought at the bar were now in the sewer. and 4) It was just a big hassle.
It was a really funny thing to happen, which I realized right away.
Last night I went to the IB with Bob and John. Normally I hate the IB, the Inn Between. But last night, it was more of a deep-rooted disgust coupled with a thick hatred for all of mankind. Last night was "Meet the Greeks" night, so it was 18+. I was one of two or three people in the bar that was not a member of a frat or sorority. But that's not the point.
The point is: I didn't drink enough to vomit. But that's not the point. The point is: I vomited quite a bit. I was walking home from Mama Mia's, having purchased a slice of pizza and a garlic knot. Seeing as I ate only half a salad yesterday, I pretty much scarfed the food. I decided to celebrate my freshly filled stomach by smoking a bong. So I load that shit up and take a pretty big hit. Then I coughed. I coughed a lot which upset my stomach, causing me to spit up some partially digested pizza. Rather than eat it, I took it to the bathroom and placed it in the toilet. As I washed my hands of the mess, I started coughing more and more. My stomach couldn't take it, so it released the pizza and garlic knot into the sink. I didn't think quick enough to move 2 feet over to the toilet. I realized immediately that the chunky state of the hardly digested food prohibited it from moving down the drain. So I stuck my head into the drain and tried fishing my puke out. This made me want to puke more and having learned from previous errors, I turned to the toilet and let loose. The height at which my head was caused significant splashback, which got toilet water all over my leg. The thought of shitty toilet water on my leg made me puke even more. When I got over the toilet water, I went back to the sink and fished some more puke out. Each time I transferred my puke from the sink to the toilet, I threw up some more. So I cleaned and puked until both the sink and my stomach were devoid of partially digested pizza.
Now, this pissed me off for two reasons. 1) I wasn't intoxicated enough to cause evacuation. and 2) I paid $2 and tipped an extra buck for that pizza. and 3) Those drinks I bought at the bar were now in the sewer. and 4) It was just a big hassle.
It was a really funny thing to happen, which I realized right away.
