This weekend I was taken back to the so called good old days. It all started with a get together with friends for dinner at our house. I was preparing a easy meal, a salad and a pasta. Our house was all decked out in holiday cheer so it was going to be a perfect evening. So guest arrive, we start to chit chat and then I asked what everyone would want to drink. I opened a bottle of wine for the majority of people, but not my buddy, he said " Make me a Martini." So I said "That sounds good for me." Well the evening went along well, with your pal having another Martini and a glass of wine.
Everyone was gone by 11 o'clock and we had cleaned up and I was resting on the couch watching TV when a familiar feeling started come over me. And that feeling was a upset stomach and it was getting worse and worse. And this is the part that took me back to my youth, and went like this:. Bathroom-kneeling-open lid-open pointing finger-find back of throat-apply finger to back of throat, well you get the picture. You would think as you get older you would learn a lesson. Lesson learned, please I hope, for another couple of years anyway.
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