Lip, Sick, Sucks

Last night, Mike announced, “Volcano!” and smashed two beer bottles together. There was a half-second pause, the calm before the storm, and then beer began to spew forth from the bottle at a speed I would not have imagined possible. It gushed and frothed and began to run down the side of the bottle. Mike solved this quickly escalating problem by sticking his thumb into the neck of the bottle. This worked fabulously because now, instead of a frothing liberally across the table, the beer is directed in a concentrated stream that is shooting straight into my face. Mike howls with laughter and adjusts his thumb and now Kenny and the remainder of my body thus far not soaked in beer both get to enjoy the nutritious benefits of a hops based shower. The beer continues to spew out its contents for far longer that I would have deemed possible by using “the physics”(tm) and within a minute a concerned looking waitress is standing at our table with a huge pile of steaming hot towels.

Later, as Mike is reminiscing on the glory days of Vesuvius and still shaking with laughter, Abel exclaims “Stop. Fuckin’. Laughing. You’re making me laugh. I can’t stop.” Then we do Tequila shots and this is both the best and the worst idea I’ve ever had.

Posted in Mwah on Friday March 3, 2006.