Ew.
A while ago my friend Matt and I decided to go out for sushi and then go to a friend of a friend's band's gig.
After sushi we met up with said friend, and his friends, who were all very friendly and brought us lots and lots of alchoholic beverages. Cue me, 2 hours later, in the middle of the gig, escaping from the crowd to throw up in the toilets. From which I got thrown out after about half an hour.

Which left me in the street, on the pavement being 'that drunk girl' and begging a friendly passer by to 'please hold my hand, I feel so awful.'
Eventually Matt came back, he made me sit down in an alleyway next to a broken ironing board.

At this point the owners of the bar were trying to clean their bit of pavement because I had ruined it, there was a lot of puke. Matt told me he'd be back soon with water. He wasn't because he was chatting up some girls (which is fair enough, I guess.) I continued throwing up the entire night, although we did get home somehow and we found a scarf on the floor which I still have. So; if you have sushi and alchohol make sure you're not an idiot like me.

Then there's the time where I was sick on a train. I'd been celebrating because my friend got a new job but perhaps the champagne wasn't a good idea. I'd been drinking lots of red wine too, and when I was sick over my shoe, it was very watery and pink and acidy. People moved carriages when the smell hit them. It was probably the most embarassed I'd ever been, although obviously I was drunk so at the time I was okay with it.

There's also the not-drunk times. I have some an anxiety disorder that comes and goes and one of the symptoms tends to be feeling sick. Constantly. For no reason apart from the fact that you're worried. But usually those are the sicks that make you feel much better after they happen, and then everything is fine again.
(Lalalalou, Fri 8 Jan 2010, 12:30, 3 replies)

You are the keeper of
The Barf Scarf
( Piper Alpha is being a grumpy northerm bastard on:, Fri 8 Jan 2010, 12:37, closed)

You've made me feel better! Last night went out for a few beers having eaten nothing but sushi for lunch. Ending up being sick on the train home- two trains in fact- only one had a toilet that I could chunder in peace in- the other was a very public display. At least you have (indirectly) provided me with an explanation in my self-loathing hangover phase- it was the sushi not the triple rum that I had for the road before setting off.
(Miss Terry toed the line on, Sat 9 Jan 2010, 14:17, closed)

It's the sushi's fault, honest guv.
The day after I had a killer hangover, one of those where you can hardly walk.

I blame the sushi, never felt like that before.

And yay for public train vomiting, a very humbling experience ;]
(Lalalalou, Tue 12 Jan 2010, 12:41, closed)