The Aftermath

Last weekend, we held our annual winter poker tournament. As usual, many people show up for a few days of drunken revelry and cards. It was a little weird this time, being pregnant and all. To be honest, it kinda sucked not being able to drink. Miss the golden frothy brew that is beer. Oh well, a small sacrifice to make. It was interesting to see the weekend with sober eyes. Witness the accidents involving the Wii; intimate relations with a card table; drunken arguments over religion, literature, politics, and etc...

What people don't see who attend is interesting state the house is left once everyone leaves. I'm not complaining. Actually, at times it's pretty funny what we find...well after a little while it becomes funny. Over the years, we've encountered a beer cans full of chew spit, crunchy spot on the XBOX room floor (and no one played the XBOX that night), cracked window, and one year we even found a chunk of poo next to the toilet. This year as we started our usual cleaning routine, I took one look at the half bath and was perplexed at what I saw on the wall. It was some type of chunky liquid that was about 6 feet up and dribble down to the floor. No clue if it was a drink, vomit, or worse diarrhea. All one can do is break out the cleaner with bleach. Whatever it was, I don't want to know.