One year, we decided to pass the new year eve in an uncle’s house at some god forsaken hole with our dog. After a neverending trip during wich our dog farted in the car, we finally arrive. The said uncle was a radical ecologist, wich is not a problem per se, except when his only conversation subject is about the ecological collapse, not the ideal subject for a good atmosphere, with in addition to that my sister’s BF, who was with us, doing his Mr. know-it-all show. Then we went to sleep, and i realize that i forgot my earplugs. No luck, everyone in my family was snoring very loudly, including the dog. Result: i didn’t sleep at all and looked pretty much like a zombie the next morning.
Not even that bad, but the first new years eve, where my parents let my oldest brother drink all he wanted, kind of as a “you’ll regret that” type of lesson in not always going hog wild on drinking. The part that sucked was I got trapped in the bathroom because he threw up all over the whole entire floor pretty much.
Wait, did I get this right – you were in the bathroom with him and he blocked you from exiting by essentially starting a game of “the floor is vomit”?
Pretty much
I was using the toilet and he came in for some reason or another and just starting throwing up from all the alcohol. I don’t remember much of it since it’s been I think a little over a decade, but I was absolutely trapped because I didn’t wanna be stepping in throw up.