My Worst VomitWe all love a drink. Some of us love them so much they want to see them again on the way out of their mouths. I once got caught by surprise by the boozy sickness while chatting to some friends in my kitchen. Quick as a flash I grabbed a nearby pan and chundered away merrily in it. Realising it was probably time for bed I staggered off to my room. Unfortunately, my co-ordination failed just as I reached the landing and I somersaulted down the entire flight of stairs with my saucepan full of vomit. Beat that!
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chthonic, Thu 19 Aug 2004, 21:00)
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Looks good enough to eat......A few years back, in my student days, a number of friends came round to my place for a pre-club warmup. I'd just polished off a plateful of chicken fajitas before we all tucked into a number of bottles of white whine and occasional shots.
The evening went well (despite rumours from the neighbours the next day about a naked man singing in the garden. Not me i might add) and we proceeded to the club as planned.
I'd obviously misjudged things a little because within 5 mins of getting there i was discovered sitting on a stool at the bottom of some stairs completely surrounded by mexican poultry surprise. This section of the club was now inaccesible.
The friend who had found me pulled up a stool, plonked himself down next to me, swung a reassuring arm round my shoulder, said "are you ok?" and then, just as i was perking up to this show of solidarity, he calmly leant down, picked up a piece of chicken, popped it in his mouth, swallowed it and left smiling to himself.
Needless to say the vomiting continued....
Oh and the bouncers were surprisingly understanding about all this. I wasn't chucked out, they simply threw lots of small objects at me the next time i was at the club. God bless 'em. Sniff.
(, Tue 24 Aug 2004, 10:27, Reply)
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