Ok, so this is gross, and I can't even believe I'm admitting this. One of the first few times I hung out with Eric, we were at a bar with a few of my friends. I had 3 drinks, not that much, right? Well, Eric offered to drive me home, in his new Honda Fit (stickshift), and I accepted. Unfortunately I'm one of those people who get car sick in manual vehicles... well, I think you know the rest of the story. Luckily, he didn't notice me throwing up out of the window somehow, some of his family owns a carwash, and the car got totaled like a month later... I guess it worked out. Yuck.