u/Fit-Cockroach-5647

You want some get back? Talk to me, inbox open.

Casual game. I can find a venue or host. Looking for atleast two other players. This evening. Comment or send a message. Santa Rosa.

I grew up pretty close to Yountville and my family is big into food so shortly after I graduated high school I learned my Dad had gotten the family a reservation at The French Laundry. Only issue? I was a dumb kid and had incurred serotonin syndrome the morning before our lunch reservation due to some idiotic mixing of stimulants the night before (absolute degenerate shit).

'Get ready we're going to The French Laundry'. I'm blacking out and falling over in the shower, my vision is going in and out. What a day to pick to be a junkie. We get to the restaraunt, fucking beautiful. You can see inside the kitchen, everyone there looks nice. I can't eat. The rest of my family goes inside. Im hobbling around the garden area feeling like death's doorknob. It's gonna be a while. They're serving something like 11 courses? Goddammit.

I guess I started dry heaving or something because a polite hostess(?) comes outside and directs me to the bathroom. People paid alot of money to eat here. You're devaluing their experience. Nice bathroom, as expected. I'm puking up bile into the toilet. What a wretched taste. And to think I'm at one of the worlds best restaraunts!

I could've watched Scorcese's 'The Irishman' in the time it took for my folks to eat. 'I can't believe you missed that, one of the best meals we've ever had. So much food too, won't be needing dinner tonight!' Yeah, neither will I. I wouldn't be able to keep it down anyway. Just goes to show, sometimes when you are afforded a rare privilege in life, you find a way to piss it away. Oh well. Would it be inappropriate to ask if you boxed something up for me?