It's a short story, really ---

party + alcohol = puke!

The expanded story is that a co-worker of mine at the time was his neighbor growing up.  We all happened to be at the same party (on my 19th bday no less) and my co-worker and hubby's friend who had come with him that night, hooked up.  The co-worker and I did not drive to the party ourselves but our ride couldn't find us when he was ready to leave and left us there.  Hubby-to-be offered to drive us to the co-worker's house since he knew exactly where she lived.  His friend got hungry on the way home and we stopped at a diner to eat.  I was fine until the food hit my stomach (so much for absorbing alcohol) and I lost it as soon as he started driving (I get carsick anyway).  The next morning I saw his car parked at his parents' house (he stayed there rather than driving back to his apt) and I walked over to help him clean out my mess.  And the rest is history...

Happiness is not a destination.  It is a method of life.  ~Burton Hills