TMI Thursday: Pete
When you have a big crowd of people that you hang out with, there are always a few folks on the fringe. One of them is always an old guy, usually a drunk, and at least moderately creepy.
Meet Pete. Pete’s poison was red wine. He would finish a bottle or two in a night, easy. A little background on Pete:
- The first time I met him, he asked me if I was a Polynesian mail order bride and what catalog MH ordered me out of.
- Pete not only worked the Ren Fest, but he wore the costume continuously while the Ren Fest was in town.
- Pete is a known projectile puking drunk.
We were at a friend’s house- that friend that always throws the parties- and we were upstairs playing pool. This was poor judgment on the part of our host, who generally never allowed Pete inside, except for the basement. The evening progressed as a normal evening does.
Then, in one swift minute, MH and his best friend asked Pete if he was okay in the same breath. Pete wasn’t looking good- he had that telltale blank panicked look, a thin film of flop sweat, and his jaw was set. Steven went to open the sliding glass door and we were all directing Pete towards it. He then threw up all over the sliding glass door, the floor, and Steven’s hand. They got him out on to the back deck, where he proceeded to throw up all over the deck boards. It was dripping through to the basement porch below.
We made a fast exit towards the car, because if there is one thing MH knows about me, it’s that I simply cannot be around puke and pukers. We’re getting ready to pull out of the driveway when Pete came running toward the car, spitting chunks out of his mouth, screaming “why don’t you like me? don’t you like me? why don’t you like me?”. Lucky for me, MH hit the gas and we drove down the driveway and away from the red wine puke covered creepy ass old guy in a Peter Pan suit.
Happy TMI!
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Oh-my-my-my…nice visual, red wine chunkies dripping through a back deck…good thing I don’t plan on eating any time soon…lol.
He only wore his little costume when Ren Fest was in town?
I’m surprised.
Hard to believe, but yes, it’s true.
TMI Thursday should almost always be taken on an empty stomach…
The chasing you to the car. That would freak me out. Yuck!
Hmmm… I am now wondering if yogurt w/granola was the best choice for breakfast on TMI Thursday morning.
In my group of (now former) friends, it was PartyGirl D who was the issue. She had mild epilepsy that was triggered most often by… drunkeness. And drunkeness happened ALOT with PartyGirl D. So, she’d get sauced, we’d take her home, she’d have seizures as the rest of us sat and watched movies and made sure she didn’t swallow her tongue or puke and have a seizure all at the same time…
It’s bad when this sort of thing becomes so common that you sit on the floor with your friends, eating pizza, hear “the noise” that signals puking is imminent, hand PartyGirl D the bucket and continue enjoying your pizza as she does her thing…
Ahhh, the “good old days”… LOL
Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
Also, I’m definitely the same way around those who spew. If I’m around it/smell it/hear it/sense it, I start to get incredibly nauseous myself. Not fun.
ew, ew, ew, ew…..ew
Oh, Pete…
There’s one in every bar.
HOOOOLLLYY Crap! Pete, we don’t like you because you routinely make an a$$ of yourself and make disgusting messes. OK, its really the messes we don’t like but still!
The image of this is making me LMAO, creepy though it is.
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