Sorry, Black Rock Cafe

We had a long night and an even longer morning. Nothing seemed to be going right. With all of the wind, the power went out sometime in the middle of the night. Andy and I woke up to "beep, beep, beep". Andy had a little more clarity than I and informed me that it was because the baby monitor lost power. I turned it off and Andy stumbled to open Drew's door and our door so we could hear if he woke up. Once back in bed...."BEEP, BEEP, BEEP..." Andy stumbles out to the hall to rip down the fire alarm. On his way he says "this will be easy with the light off", I say, "I will turn on my lamp"...he just sighed...oh yeah, no power. Once the fire alarm was ripped off the ceiling...."BEEP, BEEP, BEEP" continues. He struggles to find a match and a candle. "Carbon monoxide", I remember. Drew starts rustling hearing the commotion and Andy can't open the back of the alarm to take out the battery. Finally, all the beeping stops and we all go back to sleep (who knows what time it is). 3:30Am I wake up and realize the power is back on, so I go to get the monitor and turn it back on. Climbing back into bed I stubbed my toes (3 of them) and squealed in pain waking Andy. All of this, with intermittent shoving Andy because he was snoring (sorry honey, but you were), led for a looong night.
Now for the good part. Once we all woke up, and Drew had his milk and yogurt, we decided to go out to breakfast. One of our usual joints was closed due to power outage, so I said why don't we try the new place...Black Rock Cafe. I guess it was good that we hadn't been there before, because we won't be going back. We walked into the very small restaurant where several people were enjoying their Sunday morning pancakes. We stood at the front and waited to be seated when Drew had a little cough...followed by a little burp. Just when I was in the midst of asking "what was that?".....BLAH....he puked all over me, Andy, the floor. I turned and ran him out of there while Andy stayed behind and apologized. I felt so badly for the people who had to clean it up, because I am his mom and I was almost throwing up myself. HORRID...that is all I can say. You'd think that after all of the spit-up associated with the acid reflux he had as a baby would make me immune to the grossness. Nope, this is different! Way, way different. I guess it was only a matter of time that we had to deal with this, I just thought it would be in the privacy of our own home.
On the plus side, we are pretty sure that he is fine. No temp and acting completely normal. He was even copying us while covered in vomit saying "poor kid, poor kid". I think the cough just made him gag a little and then up everything came.
I think the Black Rock Cafe people need a sorry card and a tip in the mail. Do you think Hallmark makes an "I'm sorry I puked all over your restaurant" card?