Right now, there's a guy that was at our house for our New Years party somewhere in Wallingford. A number of people who were here are out looking for him (mostly the people he came with). I found him puking in our kitchen sink, then "escorted" him to the downstairs toilet (off the laundry room). While I was looking for something to wedge the door shut, he stumbled out, and I "escorted" him out the back door. He was last seen stumbling out into the street in front of the house. Here's to hoping he gets hypothermia!