Last week - Tim complained a lot.

No cigarette this week!  I've decided to avoid the 
nicotine enhanced columns that have been poring out 
of me, and go for the au naturale column for a change.  
Either that, or I'm just out of cigarettes and really 
haven't got a choice.

Life sure is confusing, isn't it?  It seems to be a 
whole jumble of things that never seem to make sense, 
but you got to deal with cause, well, it's you.  Then, 
every once in a while, when it looks like you've got 
everything sorted out and in place in your life, someone 
comes along and destroys the harmony that you created.  
The term I like to use for this utter disruption of 
everything you hold dear is "cramping my style."  It 
happens more than I would really like it to, but it is a 
part of everything.  That doesn't mean I like it, and so 
I'm about to complain about it.

For a change, I'm not going to write about one of my 
petty experiences that no one cares about (I'll go 
back to doing that next week).  This week, I'm going 
to explain an experience that happened to a friend of 
mine this weekend in the lovely city of Syracuse.  I 
was there for some of it, and other parts I heard 
about in very vivid detail, so I think I got all the 
stuff I need to ruin her life.

I went up to see my girlfriend this weekend, so a chica 
friend of mine, Cheryl, decided to come up with me and 
meet this guy for the first time.  Yes, they've talked 
over the internet for a while, and yes, this is the 
first time that they met.  Anyway, back to the story.  
We meet my girlfriend at the bus station, and then go 
and see this guy.

Pivotal Point in the Weekend (at least it's my thought) - 
Then, we go out and get some Chinese for dinner.  Now, 
I love Chinese food, and I eat as much of it as I can 
without getting sick.  Cheryl had Chicken Lo Mein, and 
seemed fine after leaving the restaurant.

Cheryl goes to stay at the guy's place, and I go back 
with my girlfriend.

The next morning, we all go out to breakfast.  Cheryl 
is complaining that her stomach isn't feeling so good.  
So, because I'm a jerk, I'm just kind of poking her 
and being annoying.  I think that was a bad thing to 
do, but I wouldn't know that till later.

We separate after breakfast, and I'm just kind of 
hanging out with my girlfriend a bit.  We call over 
there to check in because, you know, we're nice people.  
Turns out that Cheryl isn't feeling very well, and 
she's just going to stay in bed for a while.

The poor guy had no idea that this was coming.  He was 
an innocent bystander as this chica, a person that he 
had never really met, proceeded to be all kinds of sick 
in his room.  She goes into his private bathroom (the 
perks of being an RA at Syracuse University!), and loses 
breakfast.  He makes her some kool-aid.  She loses that 
in the bathroom. Then Sunday morning, she almost falls 
asleep in the tub five times.

Fortunately, Cheryl was fine for the bus ride home, 
and was almost laughing about the whole situation.  
Except for the fact that she got sick and humiliated 
herself in front of this guy, I think things went okay.

Now, let us think of the poor guy who had to put up 
with Cheryl this weekend.  He wasn't asking for it.  
He was just an innocent bystander, and now he's has to 
deep clean his bathroom and his bed.  He was just 
expecting a lovely weekend, not a mess.

If you're going to go visit someone, at least have 
the common curtsey not to get sick.  It really cramps 
their style.

Side Note - I didn't bust on Rick this week.  Don't 
worry.  I'll get around to it next week.