Ahh, St. Patrick's Day. The one day in March when you can get rip-roaring drunk and translate that to a celebration of Irish heritage. I was at my good friend's house celebrating their birthday, drinking Guinness, being attacked by small green girls. The crowd was getting restless and had run out of liquor so they were getting ready to go downtown to hit some bars. One of the house residents, let's call him.... R, stumbles up next to me as I'm sitting at the kitchen table and appears to be talking to someone on his cellphone. To this point he had been drinking Fireball Whiskey and Caffinated Beer and staying quiet as far as I could see. I look over to him and notice that he's not talking to anyone and looks like he might be sick soon, so I stand up.
It is at this point that I notice that he's peeing on the floor.
Yes. The floor in the middle of the kitchen. Right next to me. People start to take notice but no one can comprehend this situation, let alone do something to stem the ever growing pool of urine that is gathering on the kitchen floor. He doesn't quite finish up but he does fall down and hit his head off the cabinet. He is quickly rushed upstairs while we try to clean up and make sense of what is happening.
After a little cleaning I go upstairs to go to the bathroom, which is right next to R's door. Another roommate is sitting in front of the door to keep him from getting out. I do my business and come out to see him re-entering his room. A few minutes later he comes up the stairs again. Knowing that there is no staircase in his room to the other floors of the house we realize that he has been jumping out the window... on the second floor of the house... and coming back in. An attempt is made to settle him down but he will not be stopped. He runs out of the house without shoes or jacket. We decide after a few minutes that he is probably in danger and send people out to look for him. They return with no sighting.
As funny as it was at the time I'm still worried. Hopefully this will just be a thing we can look back at and laugh at someday.
It is at this point that I notice that he's peeing on the floor.
Yes. The floor in the middle of the kitchen. Right next to me. People start to take notice but no one can comprehend this situation, let alone do something to stem the ever growing pool of urine that is gathering on the kitchen floor. He doesn't quite finish up but he does fall down and hit his head off the cabinet. He is quickly rushed upstairs while we try to clean up and make sense of what is happening.
After a little cleaning I go upstairs to go to the bathroom, which is right next to R's door. Another roommate is sitting in front of the door to keep him from getting out. I do my business and come out to see him re-entering his room. A few minutes later he comes up the stairs again. Knowing that there is no staircase in his room to the other floors of the house we realize that he has been jumping out the window... on the second floor of the house... and coming back in. An attempt is made to settle him down but he will not be stopped. He runs out of the house without shoes or jacket. We decide after a few minutes that he is probably in danger and send people out to look for him. They return with no sighting.
As funny as it was at the time I'm still worried. Hopefully this will just be a thing we can look back at and laugh at someday.
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