Boy Crying Ralph

After checking out a possible secret climbing crag (don't get too excited, the easiest route would be mid-11s to low 12s) I totally missed a meeting to buy some photo gear from a buddy. On top of that I was super late to shoot some photos at Granite City for their Octoberfest party. The party got slammed, going thru 30 gallons of the 'fest brew in 90 minutes and by the time I got there, there was no food left, but the place was still packed. I guess my brother tried to call me to know even bother coming, but I still did.

I had dinner with Matty and about half way through dinner, I got super sickly. Absolutely horrible stomach pains! I was for sure I was gonna hurl, but it never happened at GC. I eventually managed the courage to drive home and waddled out to my car, bent over in pain. I made it to Saddle Creek when it hit me...

I quickly pulled over, and reached in back for a towel or napkins or something. I found some paper (really helpful) and wandered around outside the car in the lawn of some small business. I could just feel it coming when I remembered I had napkins in the glove compartment. I fisted a handful of those as my mouth got extra wet, and I dropped to my knees on the sidewalk with my head over the grass. I felt like I was looking for my children and their friend that happened to be an ant (Honey I Shrunk the Kids reference), getting hot and sweat, mouth watering, stomach feeling like I have a motorcycle spinning cookies in it. 

but then. Nothing. Nothing would happen.

I fell over sideways onto the sidewalk and absorbed the coolness into my body. I lay there in front of the white two story building, noticing that I left two car doors open and wondering where my keys were. It passed. The evil inside me moved on. I returned to my car and came home feeling completely fine within 30 minutes. What the hell? 

I was pretty mad-- I left half a beer at dinner, damn it!