Not really a meal out, but a magical mystery sarnie
Whilst out and about shopping in town, my friend rings me reminding me about his gig at a pub the other end of town and it was starting in 20mins. I'd totally forgotten and had shitloads of stuff with me and no time to take it home or get anything to eat. Decided to just grab a baguette from the faux French sandwich shop next to the bus-stop. The coronation chicken baguette was wolfed down on the way there and i thought no more of it.

The night carried on, many pints of guinness were necked and the gig was amazing. At closing time, another friend offered a lift home which in my slightly drunken state i gladly took. In his car, there was a half-drunk McDonalds strawberry milkshake that had been there for most of the day he said, but for some reason i just HAD to have some of it, and finished the lot. no sooner as the last dregs were finished, i felt my stomach begin to do backflips. Not an alcohol type sick, like a sharp stabbing pain in my stomach.

He dropped me back at home and i sat down in front of the telly, half-cut, and moaned to my Dad about feeling ill. The usual routine of mocking my booze-handling capabilites and then "you look like shit, why are you sweating?" followed, then i felt the imminant urge to vomit come along. Ran to the toilet thinking i hadnt had enough booze to hurl, and that milkshake wouldnt have poisoned me yet. Got there just in time to see a yellow stream of semi-digested chicken baguette cascade out of me. "Bloody hell, thats impressive. How did you manage to only throw up the baguette?" i hear my dad say looking over my shoulder. To this day, i cant work out how my stomach managed to keep down pints of black liquid and some thick pink gloop, but sieve the rest of its contents out perfectly.

Oh, and I have eaten from that same baguette shop since then. Who am i kidding? The food there is amazing for the short time it stays in your body...
(A Good Egg, Mon 1 May 2006, 0:51, Reply)