New Year's Eve
I've been asked for some identity protection before telling this story. Therefore, one of the names has been changed to the extent that you couldn't possibly detect who he is.
It was New Year's Eve, I believe 1971 or 72. My neighbor and close friend Mike Schilling was lining up a very small party and sleepover.(If Needed) My Father had cooked a honey baked ham and another close friend, Wobb Rebb had come over to my house to eat before the party. The ham must have been really good because Wobb ate a ton of it. After we finished eating we walked down the street to Mike's house. Wobb was never a drinker, except for this night. He tried a little bit of everything before we headed to the Outpost to invite some girls to the party. Mike lined up the women to come over at 11 PM. It was only 8 PM at the time so we went cruising in Mike's new car. Wobb was in the front and I sat in the back. Wobb continued to consume alcohol during the cruise.
About 9:30 PM Wobb was quite woozy and all of a sudden it looked like the Appocolipse in the front seat. There was Boone's Farm wine and ham chunks projectile spewing all over the inside of Mike's windshield. Mike slammed on the brakes and told me to hold him by the side of the road until he finished throwing up. Mike left to try and hose out his car at the local car wash. When he came back to pick us up Wobb had finished and we climbed in the car. (Wobb in the back seat) Mike wanted to take Wobb home but I knew his parents (Scunt and Big D)would be awake so I thought we better take him to Mike's house.
Wobb got sick as soon as we got him into the bathroom. Mike in his abundant wisdom(he was 4 years older) suggested putting Wobb into the tub with ice and cold water. I couldn't argue with his logic. We pulled the shower curtain closed so the girls couldn't see Wobb. However, the first one to use the bathroom discovered our secret. They immediately left and that ended the party. We got Wobb up and took him home. His parents were asleep so we carried him in the house and put him to bed.
Mike had to trade the car in the winter time because on a warm day, you would have thought the Appocolipse had just occurred.
I have never failed since this night to call Mike Schilling each year at the appropriate time to wish him a Happy New Year.
It was New Year's Eve, I believe 1971 or 72. My neighbor and close friend Mike Schilling was lining up a very small party and sleepover.(If Needed) My Father had cooked a honey baked ham and another close friend, Wobb Rebb had come over to my house to eat before the party. The ham must have been really good because Wobb ate a ton of it. After we finished eating we walked down the street to Mike's house. Wobb was never a drinker, except for this night. He tried a little bit of everything before we headed to the Outpost to invite some girls to the party. Mike lined up the women to come over at 11 PM. It was only 8 PM at the time so we went cruising in Mike's new car. Wobb was in the front and I sat in the back. Wobb continued to consume alcohol during the cruise.
About 9:30 PM Wobb was quite woozy and all of a sudden it looked like the Appocolipse in the front seat. There was Boone's Farm wine and ham chunks projectile spewing all over the inside of Mike's windshield. Mike slammed on the brakes and told me to hold him by the side of the road until he finished throwing up. Mike left to try and hose out his car at the local car wash. When he came back to pick us up Wobb had finished and we climbed in the car. (Wobb in the back seat) Mike wanted to take Wobb home but I knew his parents (Scunt and Big D)would be awake so I thought we better take him to Mike's house.
Wobb got sick as soon as we got him into the bathroom. Mike in his abundant wisdom(he was 4 years older) suggested putting Wobb into the tub with ice and cold water. I couldn't argue with his logic. We pulled the shower curtain closed so the girls couldn't see Wobb. However, the first one to use the bathroom discovered our secret. They immediately left and that ended the party. We got Wobb up and took him home. His parents were asleep so we carried him in the house and put him to bed.
Mike had to trade the car in the winter time because on a warm day, you would have thought the Appocolipse had just occurred.
I have never failed since this night to call Mike Schilling each year at the appropriate time to wish him a Happy New Year.