Finding the Manor

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I went to Estate last night. I got drank. I way overslept for work. Found myself in Quincy. Everyone in my office is looking for me. And it's about 10:15. Then I remember that Josh and I are going to look at an apt. in Beacon Hill at 11. I tell my office I'll be in by noon and go to meet Josh to look at the apartment. Oh, and I totally reek of alcohol and am wearing the same clothes as yesterday.
We're outside of the apartment waiting for the realtor to let us in. I sit down on the steps and suddenly know I'm about to vomit. Hits me like a brick wall. I tell Josh this. I say "I can't carry this backpack" and chuck it at him. I say "I can't read this message" and throw my phone at him. He asks if I want him to read me the message, I say "No, I can't listen right now. I'm about to vomit." He laughs... I start to cross the street to find a dark alley in which to vomit. I make it DIRECTLY ACROSS THE STREET and vomit on the sidewalk. Josh then tries to clean it up by pouring my remaining sweet tea on it to wash it away. However all that's in my stomach is sweet tea, so really he's just washing away sweet tea with sweet tea.
This is the location of said vomit:

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We go look at the apartment.
We then leave, we're walking up the hill and... it hits me again. I am about to vomit. I tell Josh and we start to walk down a slightly smaller side street. Josh points out a bush. I don't make it to the bush. I make it to a small planter that has someone's old christmas wreath in it. I vomit on that wreath like there's no tomorrow... Site of second, third and fourth vomit:

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Got total looks of judgment from people who could be my new neighbors and one fed ex delivery guy. Getting judged by a fed ex guy while vomiting on a christmas wreath is totally...

wah wah...