BLD vs. Sweet Tea
For those that didn't know...my initials are BLD.
So, this is the official story of me vs. sweet tea.
When I was in 8th grade...or had just finished 8th grade... a few of us were spending the night at the home of our then friend, Kim P. We were playing around, having a good ol' time, etc. At some point---two of us were zipped up in a sleeping bag & jumping around. I fell & hit my head on the corner of the fireplace.
I can't remember if I cried or not. I know it hurt like a muthah!
The next day, my parents & I went shopping for clothes for the upcoming rafting trip. (Megan & Susan...I know you remember that trip!)
Anyway...the first red flag for my parents should have been the fact that I did NOT want to be shopping. (Hello!? How UN-characteristic is THAT?) And...for lunch, we ate at some Kenny Rogers restaurant or something... some chain that I think just never took off. Anyway.... I had sweet tea there, and I puked in the bathroom. Got home, puked all through the house as I ran to the bathroom. Didn't quite make the turn to aim at the toilet & puked all down the glass windows, and FINALLY landed some puke in the toilet.
...up until that point, I was okay with sweet or unsweet tea. After that day, I've never had a glass of sweet tea again.
I'm sure I had a concussion, but....whatever. I'm fine now. (.......right?)