Day 6

Arrived in Bazerkeley around 11pm, finally got to sleep around 2am. Got up early to give an old friend a ride to the airport. Hugs and kisses all around. It's so good to be back in the home hood.

I made it to Lanesplitters Pizzaria for lunch, was greeted enthusiasicaly by old workmates and saw some new faces too. Predicably not much has changed on the work side. There was a very simlar feeling in seeing and talking with biological family as this motly crew of crafty type computer nerdy art people. I made a horrible mistake at Lanesplitters. I've seen this mistake before. I don't know why I didn't catch it. Direct experience I've heard is the best teacher.

When my lady and I went to Morrocco more than several months ago she had a beer with our last meal. Sadly this I fear made her sick. Sick for 8 hours, laying passed out on the bathroom floor back in our hotel room. We were both very scared in that foreign place and we nearly called for an ambulance. Thankfully she was able to power through it and quickly recovered. Thankfully we were able to make our flight the next morning.

For lunch I had a couple slices of NY style pie, oh so good. For lunch I also had a few beers. I'm not sure how many, but at least 3 and all of different types, something pale, something dark, something rusty. Had it been two years ago I'm sure everything would have been fine. I would have been acclimated to the yeasty beasties and the level of booze, but I'm not and I wasn't. All my microbe belly beasties are without a doubt acclimated to the life of a keyboard jockey and mouse pusher in London. And my liver is used to near teatotaling aesteic existance. I attribute my sickness to the mixture of beers, the alien tiny biologies, and that massive bong rip. I spent the evening curled up next to the toilet. Equal parts puking my guts out and passing out. My body and I had a little tet-a-tet in there. It told me what was going to happen, I understood it and then it happened. Reverse peristalsis is the term. My biggest concern was blood. Was this ripping me a new one? Was it just food rejection? Yay, it was just the second one.

My good friend J let me crash on his couch and slowly I recovered. I have learned now 1) take it easy for a while after a long move with the beers 2) Your bud that brings you back gatorade after your night of excess is a brother indeed.

Berkeley, United States