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strange bedfellows
Jun. 11th, 2004 09:51 amWhat a weird night.
Around 8:30 I came home to find Jer playing EQ (as usual) and drinking a 40 (not usual). "Okay," I thought, "must be the end of finals, cause that's when he parties. Long as it's just a 40 he'll be fine." 9:00 rolls around, he polishes off the drink and announces that he's leaving for Joel's party. Joel is a co-worker who loves his alcohol. Any party he throws is guaranteed to have plenty to go around. This does not bode well for my roomate, who already has a 40 under his belt and is about to have a lot more. I expected the worst, but hoped I wouldn't have to see the aftermath. I went to bed early, expecting to sleep through it.
It almost worked.
I don't know when he came home, but when he did he promptly climbed into bed and started snoring. No big deal, I have earplugs. They didn't help much, however, when hefell off the fucking bed. If you think "no big deal," you don't know that we have loft beds that are nearly 6 feet off the floor. If you're not ready for it, falling off these could be fatal. When you're sleeping and you hear someone do this, it sounds like the building is coming down on you. My adrenal glands promptly took a dump in my bloodstream and I'm lucky I didn't sit up and whack my head on the ceiling. My heart racing, I looked around for the source of the noise and saw Jer face down on the floor. He seemed conscious and breathing, so I laid back down and let him gather himself. It was fine until he turned the light on. So I now have 150W of flourescence in my face, my heart is racing, and my roommate is staggering around trying not to vomit all over my clothes. I told him to take it to the bathroom. but I don't think he heard me. Eventually he wandered out into the hallway, where Spike was apparantly throwing a party and watching either a horror movie or Japanese porn, I couldn't tell and didn't care.
When I climbed out of bed to turn the light off, I noticed that the door and all the blanks in the front of my computer case had fallen out. Upon further inspection I realized that he had hit the front lip of the case with his foot as he fell out of bed. But aside from a smudge on the front where the finish came off, it didn't really affect it. I guess that was a good investment. So I put it back together and got back into bed to wait for the adrenaline rush to pass. This was about 3am.
I guess Jer came back in and went to bed again, announced by his snoring. The worst of it was over. Around 8:45 I woke up and noticed him gone. Five minutes later I found out where. See, the bathroom is pretty close to the bedrooms in this apartment, and vomit makes a very distinct sound. Yeah. I don't think I've ever heard someone throw up that much. I decided going back to sleep might be best.
I still haven't left the room. He came back in looking slightly better, apparantly he feels well enough to be working with the housing databases so that's good. Last time this happened I came back from school at 3pm and he looked perfectly normal so I guess he'll recover. You'd think he'd learn.
Around 8:30 I came home to find Jer playing EQ (as usual) and drinking a 40 (not usual). "Okay," I thought, "must be the end of finals, cause that's when he parties. Long as it's just a 40 he'll be fine." 9:00 rolls around, he polishes off the drink and announces that he's leaving for Joel's party. Joel is a co-worker who loves his alcohol. Any party he throws is guaranteed to have plenty to go around. This does not bode well for my roomate, who already has a 40 under his belt and is about to have a lot more. I expected the worst, but hoped I wouldn't have to see the aftermath. I went to bed early, expecting to sleep through it.
It almost worked.
I don't know when he came home, but when he did he promptly climbed into bed and started snoring. No big deal, I have earplugs. They didn't help much, however, when hefell off the fucking bed. If you think "no big deal," you don't know that we have loft beds that are nearly 6 feet off the floor. If you're not ready for it, falling off these could be fatal. When you're sleeping and you hear someone do this, it sounds like the building is coming down on you. My adrenal glands promptly took a dump in my bloodstream and I'm lucky I didn't sit up and whack my head on the ceiling. My heart racing, I looked around for the source of the noise and saw Jer face down on the floor. He seemed conscious and breathing, so I laid back down and let him gather himself. It was fine until he turned the light on. So I now have 150W of flourescence in my face, my heart is racing, and my roommate is staggering around trying not to vomit all over my clothes. I told him to take it to the bathroom. but I don't think he heard me. Eventually he wandered out into the hallway, where Spike was apparantly throwing a party and watching either a horror movie or Japanese porn, I couldn't tell and didn't care.
When I climbed out of bed to turn the light off, I noticed that the door and all the blanks in the front of my computer case had fallen out. Upon further inspection I realized that he had hit the front lip of the case with his foot as he fell out of bed. But aside from a smudge on the front where the finish came off, it didn't really affect it. I guess that was a good investment. So I put it back together and got back into bed to wait for the adrenaline rush to pass. This was about 3am.
I guess Jer came back in and went to bed again, announced by his snoring. The worst of it was over. Around 8:45 I woke up and noticed him gone. Five minutes later I found out where. See, the bathroom is pretty close to the bedrooms in this apartment, and vomit makes a very distinct sound. Yeah. I don't think I've ever heard someone throw up that much. I decided going back to sleep might be best.
I still haven't left the room. He came back in looking slightly better, apparantly he feels well enough to be working with the housing databases so that's good. Last time this happened I came back from school at 3pm and he looked perfectly normal so I guess he'll recover. You'd think he'd learn.
