The next year we did New Years at DePaul again. Several of us, including my new-ish girlfriend, met up and got on the train at University Park rather than driving in. Tim had moved to a three flat that backed up to the El and we stayed there most of the night. I don’t remember much of that night other than Eric was home from the army and was there that year.
I vividly remember the next morning though. I chugged a red Gatorade before leaving Tim’s and then went to get on the train. There was a rough section of track somewhere on the way back and I started feeling sick. To my knowledge there were no restroom facilities so I motioned for her to grab our overnight bag. I still remember the look of horror on her face as she realized what was happening.