The Vomit Chronicles
Seeing people throw up in Adams Morgan is not unusual. Two a.m. on a Sunday seems to get a lot of people cheek-to-trash-can or nuzzling into shrubs. District residents—or their suburban interlopers—have gotten pretty adept at discreet vomiting. Taking the subway home after the July 4 fireworks one year, a man upchucked into a cooler. He did such a good job containing his vomit that a friend of mine went ahead and took the seat next to him anyway.
Maybe people have just gotten good at vomiting or taking care of it.
But this past Saturday, in the late afternoon, one man took vomiting to a new level. He walked up Columbia Road NW and then hit the crosswalk at Euclid Street. Midway into the crosswalk, the man turned and vomit launched pink and red chunks on the street [think strawberry-rhubarb pie]. The spewing was quick, maybe lasting two seconds. The man did not appear to be in pain. He then walked on like it was nothing. In my recollection, the man didn’t even stop walking, he just vomited in stride out in the open on a sunny afternoon.
As I stood there in the crosswalk shocked and horrified, the man just continued up the street, clutching a plastic bag filled with beer cans.
June 26th, 2007 at 2:50 pm
[...] intrepid Washington City Paper reporter Jason Cherkis did something that WaPo never could: He wrote about puke: But this past Saturday, in the late afternoon, one man took vomiting to a new level. He [...]
June 26th, 2007 at 3:28 pm
College degrees, law firm or lobbying job and still white trash all the way. Welcome to the best educated or drunk city in America.
June 26th, 2007 at 6:09 pm
Talk about timely, just saw some heaving guts from a young lady on the 1700 block of Columbia Road. I figured since it’s barely happy hour she must be in some distress but the fact that she kept her cell phone conversation going gave lie to that. What a skill. I assume it’s not as taboo as making a call while on the pot. Oddly enough she lurched into the place of business I was at a few moments later and made a game effort to discretely hold on to the counter while conducting her transaction.
June 27th, 2007 at 1:59 am
I vomit, or at least feel inclined to, whenever I read Rees’ blog. Sick bastard.