I am a lucky man. My friends dominate the space and they were good enough to meet me half way between our two cities for Super Bowl weekend. It was a great time but enormous errors in judgement were made. One particularly egregious error involved a bottle of homemade Orangecello and me shifting from revulsion to a state of stubborn refusal to backdown from a challenge.
Saturday was a sprint starting at around 10:30am and every time someone else showed up a new starters pistol went off. Our age showed itself later that day as the first of us went down for a "nap" around 3:00pm. First down for the whole night was 7:00pm and I made it 'til just past nine. When I abruptly awoke at 1:30am with a mouth full of orange flavored hot burp I fully expected to catch a rash of crap for going down so early... WAIT THIS SEEMS LIKE DEJAVU hold please...
Okay, this is embarrassing to admit but I had no idea I posted anything but that damn picture. Yikes. Ignore most of my earlier story. I was telling it to explain my current predicament. Sunday was much the same but a slower pace. There were a lot of things I don't eat on the regular and it all added up to plumbing issues today. The drive home was only three hours but it seemed like the longest I had ever attempted.
With an hour left the cold sweats started. I was engaging internal flow controls that I had no idea were possible. My guts were roiling as I rolled down the highway. Waves of trouble were washing over me and at one point I felt myself pondering the consequences of giving in to the temptation of sweet release. I noticed an off brand gas station so I exited the road and penguin walked inside only to find the mens room closed. I think the disappointment temporarily cleared up the situation but I knew trouble was just around the bend.
I dug my towel out of my bag and sat on it for the rest of the ride but I knew if things went South I would be burning the car and just taking the loss. its been one of those years.