<p>oh come on sluggbugg – there must be some way to go to that great ‘undelete’ button in the cybersky. I’m staring down the barrel at 5-0 and need to know what you were going to say! Maybe tonight, after pizza and pinot on the denim couch, you could recreate just a little?</p>
<p><em>Whew</em></p>
<p>All this discussion of barfing has me feeling wooozy. Yuck.</p>
<p>I just love the word barf myself. Really. For some reason I do. Although if I see anyone do it then I have to join in. Sympathetic barfing.</p>
<p>Yeah, slugg, ante up babe. Recreate. Or at least represent…</p>
<p>Happy Friday, all. Just catching up on a few days in the Alley. Wasted waaaaay too much time this week in threads where the snark-ness monsters lurk. Pour me a double-- neat. Much prefer the wonderful stories of the “I am woman hear me roar… after I take my catnap” stories here 
I identify with all. And sluggie-- I had no idea there were 897 ways to describe emesis. I AM impressed. Awaiting the recreation of your splendid post… hopefully not lost to the www black hole.</p>
<p>i have to say I prefer hurl, or blow chunks.</p>
<p>Hey all! Drinks are on me. And bar snacks. Let’s rustle up some beans and plaintains. Of course, after we are all done hurling and blowing chunks that is…S-beloved is off to the Duke TIP program for tropical biology and tropical health whatsit in Costa Rica this summer. When he saw the brochure for this he said, “Mom, this is my perfect program. This is what I was looking for.” And the other day he actually told me that if he didn’t get in he didn’t know what he would do - maybe fall apart. Eeek as per second semester thread but at this stage of his teen life I am just glad to hear unabashed and uncool enthusiam. He got the acceptance letter today.</p>
<p>Not that this is unalloyed manna from heaven…It is hella expensive, as D would say. And not doing this for prestige at all just maybe a little bit of yay he does have an interest that isn’t served up via a plasma screen - it’s one of those things where if you test sufficient then first come first served apparently. But he is SO excited. Soo excited that he’s actually going to do two sessions back to back, making it four weeks in all, and causing us to have to put him up in a hotel in San Jose, Costa Rica for two nights by himself. I am not too worried, hmm, should I be? I said, “S, you can do your laundry and take a shower.” Replies S, “Yeah, and watch TV. Huh huh” <em>mom tries to spell the sound of deep-voiced skinny boy teen laughing…</em></p>
<p>So get out the planter’s punch and the fresh fish. It’s Tico time!</p>
<p>D’s set to go to China to work in my company for a couple of months for the summer. S is off to Costa Rica. Why do I suddenly feel so much lighter? Point me at the passport office. They have passport photos from before they were teenagers, about 2 feet ago for both of them:).</p>
<p>And let’s invite the marmots - those guys need a little sun and surf for a recharge, right? Or at least the comical sight of Alumom doin’ a happy dance.</p>
<p>Alu I raise a glass to your son, what a nice day!!</p>
<p>BRAVISSIMO!!</p>
<p>Going to read Alu’s good news in a minute, but not before I weigh in on the topic du jour.</p>
<p>Gentle ladies do not sweat, as you may know. They do not even perspire. Rather, they <em>glow.</em></p>
<p>Certainly, then, gentle ladies do not do any of the onomatopaeoic things my fellow imbibers have been suggesting. jym has given us that nice Latinate (Greek?) anatomically correct word “emesis.” Consulting my thesaurus with my gentle-lady-specs-cum-hat-with-bird-cage-veil, I come up with “be sick.”</p>
<p>But I intend to drink just enough of what Alu is buying so as not to do any of the above. </p>
<p>Carry on.</p>
<p>congrats on the travelling bairns Alumother, boy enthusiasm is a wonderful thing to behold…(saw news item today re costa rica wherein an old codger from a cruise ship killed a mugger…note: must send the viscious Marmots with son 
)</p>
<p>sorry to have missed the extrudatious fun previous…my nostrils have never recovered from the time my boss took me to a Chinese Businessman’s Lunch Buffet and I had brocolli florets propel from my hooter an hour later…I inhale vapours from the Bar and lurch on my way to the vomitorium out back…:o</p>
<p>Great to see you up and above Alum.</p>
<p>Congrats to S.</p>
<p>Please, no more descriptive vomiting language. Next thing you know y’all will be discussing the other end. Waaay too much information. ;)</p>
<p>Congrats, AL_Mom.</p>
<p>Yes, congrats Alum. Costa Rica sounds heavenly and four weeks would just about do it for me! I bet he will have a blast!</p>
<p>Just got off the phone with S because I couldn’t stand not knowing how he’s doing, even though Monday is the designated day for him to call, and even though we’ve been emailing. He sounded happy. Having trouble lining up a psychologist in Berkeley (who woulda thunk there wouldn’t be enough of them to go around up there) but working on it. The conversation then moved on to salmon. Specifically the salmon I’d purchased for him last weekend which he’d decided to defrost today. His plan is to marinate it in some teriyaki sauce and then bake it. He’s used his oven twice in six months.</p>
<p>“What are you going to bake it in?” I ask.</p>
<p>“Well, I have this really great cookie sheet that I toasted pita strips on this week and it worked out finel” says the budding chef.</p>
<p>“Um, salmon has a lot of juice when it cooks.”</p>
<p>“It does?”</p>
<p>“Yeah. It would probably run off the sheet and land on the bottom of the oven and be a little smoky. You might want to get a baking pan.” </p>
<p>Long pause as he envisions this (note: this is a change from before breakdown when he disregarded any advice with a scoff and the phrase “I’m sure that won’t happen.”)</p>
<p>“Well, you might be right about that. Good point.”</p>
<p>Oh, there is hope for this one! </p>
<p>A toast to baked salmon and Costa Rica!</p>
<p>::::Tossing (ahem) P2N a pair of novelty holographic eyeball glasses::::</p>
<p>Yodeling in the porcelain canyon, were you, BHappy? Shouting at the ground? Calling the buffalos? Reviewing today’s menu? :D</p>
<p>Sluggycongrats to Alumson! SluggyD’s favorite part of her ecology tour in Costa Rica was their stay at the sloth rescue center. They also collected sea turtle eggs for the baby turtle nursery. They’re so cute when they chug across the sand and fling themselves into the waves (the baby turtles, that is). :)</p>
<p>Just kidding. Not that sensitive here. ;)</p>
<p>I had professional contact with an individual in the past who used to snort opium products. He described how the initial reaction to the drug intake was nausea to the point of emptying his stomach contents. A group of his comrades joined him in this effort and they all endured a similar effect (what a great way to spend time with buddies :rolleyes: <em>not</em>). Being males, they all then tried to generate the most repulsive and animated product in order to establish vomitus dominance. Phrases like “wow, dude that was nicely chunky” or “gee, I think see something still moving in that one” were bandied about.</p>
<p>Never did ask how they enhanced their product, not sure I ever want to know.</p>
<p>^^^^ Tmi P2n!!!</p>
<p>Thanks all for raising a glass with me.</p>
<p>Now on to the more important matters. Puke stories. Honest to god back in the days when I had a team to manage I took them out to lunch during the days of dot.com layoffs and we wound up telling throwup stories. Real bonding moment. I told the story of taking 6 little kids to see West Side Story. One of them, a little girl maybe 8 years old, started to feel sick midway through the show. She means it. So I pull the other 5 out of their seats and head out to the Previa. Me of course being the only adult. Get them all belted in. Sick girl in middle aisle, my little S, her same age, next to her. Sure enough, she has that first “Ulghk” of I’m about to puke. I just really don’t want it all over what was then a reasonably OK car. So I look around in state of urgency and see one of my sweatshirts. Throw it back to her just in time for her to hurl onto it. But I have a very sensitive gag reflex. So now I am gagging as she throws up. Then S, who has inherited my reflex, starts gagging too.</p>
<p>He11 knows what the other kids were doing, I think averting their eyes in horror. I turned around, still gagging, luckily that kind of empty heave thing, and got out of there as fast as I could.</p>
<p>momof2inca - well baked salmon is as good a vehicle for progress as anything else in this world:). I can just hear that long pause as boy thinking happens…</p>
<p>Oh my God-- I’ve heard of a group hug, but a group hurl?</p>
<p>My best puke story? Well I could tell the long and sordid version, but it can actually be condensed into just two words.</p>
<p>“Tequila” & “clams.”</p>
<p>Took me ten years to like tequila again!</p>
<p>^^^ SBmom-
bet those clams were none too happy either.</p>
<p>Our bad combo-- Ice cream and broccoli (dont ask).</p>
<p>Have also experienced the “group gag” phenomenon. Involved son and friend playing nintendo in the back of the minivan. Once one started… its kinda contageous, like yawning.</p>
<p>Have also driven the fieldtrip from hell, with the carsick kid up front. How do we get ourselves into these things??</p>
<p>SBMom. So glad you like tequila again:). </p>
<p>Clams and tequila? Broccoli and ice cream? </p>
<p>Oh yeah, here’s another one from me. When I was 13 and going off to boarding school my parents took me and my brother and sisters out to dinner in SF as my last night at home dinner. Went to a Spanish restaurant. Had mariscado - seafood stew, squid, shrimp, etc. Threw up in the resto toilet from nerves. </p>
<p>Trust me, you DO NOT want to see tentacles at that moment. Haven’t had squid since…</p>
<p>OK OK enough technicolor yawns here, know what I did last night to cheer myself up? I WENT TO A CONCERT! And whom did I see? THE MOODY BLUES! </p>
<p>Well, three of them anyway (Hayward, Lodge, and Edge) – dunno what happened to the other two. The place was <em>packed</em> and they played for over two hours (with a “twenty minute” break in the middle, heh). They had a woman with them playing flute (required!) and rhythm guitar and singing – she was tops, and the others who rounded out the players were just right.</p>
<p>And I gotta say – you haven’t lived until you’ve seen an ENTIRE FREAKING BIG-O AUDITORIUM filled with PEOPLE OVER 40 AND MOST OVER 50, rocking out like crazy. I loved loved LOVED all the grey hair bopping up and down, it was so excellent to enjoy a great concert and not get any odd looks from people half my age. They did a good mix of rocking old hits, melodic dreamy old hits, and a few (less memorable) newer pieces tossed into the mix. </p>
<p>The H and I did note that we were fairly well preserved, compared to many in the audience, and used that fact to hustle back to our car before the deluge in the parking lot. It was a great evening, I recommend it if you get a chance.</p>
<p>(And what did I do upon returning home? Purchase pre-public-sale tickets to the Roger Waters Dark Side of the Moon concert this summer, that’s what. OH yeah.)</p>