Consuela,

Oh I am so sorry. For your loss and the not inconsiderable stress involved with out of contact staff. I just can't even imagine.

Emmett is up and remorseful. He cried a little when he thought about what he put his friends through. I emphasized that they risked getting in trouble themselves by putting his welfare first. Laura will undoubtedly suffer some consequences for his drinking. That made him feel bad.

I talked to him about making this kind of mistake. That he needs to make amends, particularly with Laura's parents.

He's a little shaken up but okay. Drinking Gatorade.

I feel like heaving violently after reading that combo. Much less consuming it myself.

Consuela, I am so sorry.

Suela, peace to you and your family. I am so sorry.

I feel like heaving violently after reading that combo. Much less consuming it myself.

Apparently he only had half a shot of Absinthe. So it was mostly just the horror of peach flavored vodka.

We also talked about the exciting notion that when you drink it impairs your judgment and how it gets harder to know when to stop or slow down your drinking.

He really feels genuinely contrite and remorseful about it. And not because he physically feels bad now, but because he let down his friends and parents.

I am from Hicksville, and the things available to me as a teenager were beer, and possibly MadDog 20/20. And both of those were disgusting. I didn't drink much until I could buy my own, and I really only like gimlets and red wine.

I'm sorry, Consuela. Much love to you and your family.

Peace be with you, Consuela.

Seeing the binge drinking every weekend in college reinforced my inclination that one drink would do to get me through a party. I've gotten really drunk only once in my life, and that's only because some "friends" were spiking my orange juice. I really hate my perceptions being messed with, and vibrating wallpaper was not fun.

Consuela, I'm wishing peace and ease to you and everyone you love. Transitions can be so hard. Bless you.

I'm having major sympathy pangs for Emmett. Not least because I've made the sort of mistakes that have ensured that drinking is just not for me.

Bless his heart and his belly.

I'm also having massive, in the moment, sympathy as I too had gastropalooza last night. It seems as if whatever afflicted Cagney last week as gotten me.

Honestly, I was afraid I was going to have to go to the hospital.

It felt as if, an angry gerbil was clawing its way through my intestines . (whitefonted for the ick factor)

I spent hours on the floor of the bathroom, shaking and sweating profusely. I can't remember ever sweating so much, with or without heat.

Thankfully, after everything left my system...in every way possible, I was able to sleep.

I've whirled up some pineapple, frozen banana, protein powder and lime juice a little while ago. I'm appreciative that my body has not rejected it but, it isn't particularly happy either. Blergh.