Puking people

In the past seven days, I have seen two people throw up in public.

The first time, I was leaving my house. A crew of high school cross country runners were out for a morning jog. The pack was at my street when I pulled out of the house. Two streets down, I saw the runt of the litter stop, bend over, and hurl. I’m no athlete, but back when I pretended to be one, I never stopped to puke. I kept running and just turned my head to the outside lane. This kid is destined for something other than a track scholarship. Hopefully, he knows how to play chess.

The second time was just a few hours ago. I was on my way for a 32-ounce water and six California rolls (my lunch for the past five days). This guy was about 50% bigger than me and was obviously up drinking all night before coming to play cards today. With 20 people standing around him, he stood over a 55-gallon trash can and gave more than a few good upchucks. I trust big guys to be able to hold their liquor until it is out of their system. I guess there’s a chance he got some bad sushi, but I think if that were the case, he would’ve found a more proper place to lose his lunch.

It’s coming up on 2am here in Vegas and I’m considering heading back to the room. Work is all but done here. I made the smart decision to schedule my team in shifts. The only problem is, out of fairness to us all, I’ve staggered the shifts in such a way that getting on a decent sleeping schedule is well nigh impossible. As such, I’ve not even been awake 14 hours and I’m not at all sleepy. Worse, I scheduled myself for the early shift tomorrow.

This doesn’t bode well.