whoops!

my friend chris is allergic to peanuts. like really allergic. he's accidentally eaten peanuts twice during the three years i've known him, and both times he had to go to the hospital. he now has to wear this super cool (read: totally uncool) allergy bracelet. anyway, i always remember that he's allergic to peanuts because, as you all know, i also have food allergies. (thankfully, mine are not as reactive as chris's.) but, sometimes, i forget what i'm doing or that what i'm eating has peanuts in it. for example, friday night, chris, brittni, sam e, walt, and i decided to go get some snacks at walmart. one last midnight adventure for brit, sam, and me since we were graduating the next morning. brittni drove, and sam rode shot gun. that put me sandwiched between chris and walt in the backseat. not that i minded. on the ride home, we wasted no time and broke out the snacks we'd purchased and started eating. i, of course, had chosen ice cream. peanut butter cup ice cream. we're all eating and laughing and hanging out. then chris starts talking about how sticky his fingers are. (he had also chosen ice cream... and popsicles... and gum.) my fingers were sticky too, so i chimed in as well. then, in an effort to prove how sticky my fingers were, i stuck them to the side of chris's face. he immediately started yelling about how i was trying to kill him, and that's when i realized that my fingers were sticky because they were covered in ice cream that was full of peanut butter. whoops! probably not the best idea to stick my peanut butter ice cream covered fingers to the face of a peanut allergic boy. i started profusely apologizing. not sure how i thought an apology was going to fix the damage. then i insisted that he wash his face once we returned to campus. luckily, my sticky fingers did not cause an allergic reaction, and i am happy to report that chris is fine. fine enough to repeat the story to everyone the next day at graduation. and make fun of me... ruthlessly. i guess i can't really complain, though, because had the tables been turned, i would have made fun of him too. in the words of chris, gotta love a friendship that can handle a little bit of "joshin."