Oh man, not sure if I should even mention this, but I have been in a playful mood this last month.....So, screw it! lol

The only relationship that really has to go down 'into' the books was a woman I was seeing last year. She was 47 and successful. Lived in a gated community and we actually had alot in common! So much in fact it was freaky. We had alot of fun together. So, when her birthday came around I decided to do something alittle special for her. I rented a limo for us to go out on the town. I figured she can do what ever she liked and I can get her back nice and safe when the evening was over.

So, she wanted to go to this Steak / Seafood restaurant for dinner and off we went. The restaurant also had a Beatles Tribute band (I LOVE The Beatles) in the bar area playing later that evening and she suggested after dinner we would go to watch them. I said, "Tonight is your evening. Whatever you want." Of course I secretely enjoyed her decision... muhahaha!

She had the Salmon and I had the Steak accompanied by a nice Merlot and all was excellent. Conversation as usual. Laughs, smiles and a great atmosphere. We finished our meal and headed into the bar where the band was busy fine tuning their instruments.

She orders a Crown Royal on the rocks and I grab my usual Grey Hound. The band starts up and they are actual VERY good. As the evening continues she orders another Crown on the rocks. Of course this is her night and we have a safe ride home for the both of us. So, I think nothing of it. Besides, she's really getting into this Beatles band with this huge smile on her face.

Now she is 5' 3" and is athletic.. not much body fat on her. So, keep this mind. I excuse myself to go to the restroom and when I return she is sitting on the bar stool, but not moving. I find that she is passed out.. LOL

So, I give her a nudge and I smile to myself thinking, "OK, time to get her home". She wakes easily and says a few words. Then she leans into me and looks down toward my shoes. I think to myself, "Did I drop something?"..... She begins to vomit on my left leg and onto my shoes.....Salmon and all.

So, the band is playing. The place is packed with people with their elbows jabbing me in my ribs and my date is vomiting on my shoes. I think to myself, "Welp, its a done deal. Nothing I can do. Just need to let her finish. Then get her the hell out of here."

She finishes then leans back into her chair and promptly passes out. A small bit of Salmon on her lip as well. I look around...people are now noticing the smell, but the band is still rocking. I stomp my feet (don't want to slip you know) then I pick her up in my arms and carry her out. All the while navigating through the crowd of on lookers. I finally make it outside and the Limo driver opens the door and says, "Looks like a fun night, eh?"..... LOL

Next morning she apologized and was quite embarrassed. I told her, "Not to worry about it and that I have 'been there and done that' myself" I also told her, "It was your birthday, so you just let it all go." We laughed, but it bothered her for weeks. I guess she even went back and apologized to the owners and bartenders.

Just imagine the rest of the evening in that packed bar with the smell of vomit.........