I get there and then I leave on a "field trip" to downtown Little Rock to eat at this place called The Little Rock Club. Yeah, apparantly you actually have to be a "member" to eat there. Insane -- maybe I'm just an uncultured youth though.
I'm here to eat with some people from First State Bank because I'm a part of the Student Bank Board. Sound impressive? Well, it's not. In fact it is as boring as hell. We do nothing but waste space and time on an occasional Monday night. We've had about 4 meetings the entire year. But, hey, I did get free food from a nice restaurant.
Anyway . . . this place is in the Regions Bank building on the 30th floor. That's cool. Nice view of the amazing Little Rock skyline and river. So everyone is over at this huge window looking down and around and around and around. Then the dumbest female in the group (the one that thinks she's hot/can dress, has a big head about it, but isn't/can't ["oh but I'm hip! Ha.]), starts to get "queesy."
From.
Looking.
Down.
Then, she throws up. And she doesn't just puke in one place. She slings her lung butter across the room where it immediately saturates into the carpet and splatters across the glass. It was like a 3 year old with finger paints.
Hilarious.
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