Repost from the Vomit-QOTW, as if fits so nicely.
I really, really don't want to tell you this.
Why do you make me tell you this?

OK, I was at a new years party. The party was hosted by really adult people I didn't know, in a country I didn't live in. The hosts had children and things, and I was still (and still am) more in a "drinking is way fun" -period in my life.

At some moment during the evening I started feeling bad. I don't know if it was because of something I ate or something i drank or a combination of the two (I didn't think I was very drunk, but I might be mistaking here). Point is, I started to feel the urge to vomit really bad.

No prob, head discreetly towards the bathroom. Just one minor problem, there is someone in there already. Just another problem, you really are going to throw up in about 10 seconds so think really fast.

The best option seemed to be to vomit silently in the stairway, where the puke could easily be cleaned up. Said and done, open the door and let it rip.

After I had stopped convulsing, the one person I knew at the party came out to look for me and put on the lights. At this time I raised my head and realised that instead of the stairway of the house, I was in the kids' bedroom. With the kids sleeping in there. Oh, the embarrassment.

What can I say? If you are one of the children and you read this in the future - I really am horribly sorry and will be happy to pay for your therapy.
(janik, Fri 18 Apr 2008, 7:46, Reply)