THE WIFE, Ben and the girls picked me up after work Monday night. Chris and the "Boy in the Box" were staying home and ordering pizza so we were moderately unsupervised. With THE WIFE's birthday just behind us she suggested we eat at Red Hot and Blue so we jumped on it.
We enjoyed some Ribs, pulled pork and some brisket while the girls had corn dogs and fries. I screwed up an ordered them each a kids meal which has two corn dogs each but thankfully Sadie gobbled up two corn dogs on her own so I was somewhat off the hook. Ben got the kid's ribs and devoured them talking about how great they were.
When we were done and waiting on the waiter, Ben said he didn't feel good and sat back in his chair. He then said he thought he was going to throw up. I quickly got him and guided him to the bathroom to avoid a disaster.
We made it to the bathroom door when BLOOF he lost it at the men's room doorstep. I hustled him inside and got him to the toilet for him to finish.
When he was done I had him wash up and was sending him back to the table, carefully guiding him around the destruction in front of the door when WHAMMO he promptly lost it again at the restroom door. Adding to the chaos at the exact same place he exploded before.
Back to the stall we went where he finished with more violence and gusto this time. He washed up again and I held my breath as he made his way back to the table. I stayed behind to remove the worst of the damage to the toilet and let the waiter know we had an explosion at (not in) the bathroom.
Oh and then we went and saw Alvin and the Chipmunks 2 and Ben is swearing off meat.
So how you doin'?