Not a good intro
I was invited to my g/f's parents for dinner. I was eager to meet them for sure, apparently they (at that time) felt the same too, so all the omens were good.

The day I was due to go I felt bad all day, running an occasional low grade fever, sweats, chills, the whole deal. Nonetheless I was determined to go, regardless of how I felt.

The evening went very well indeed. My g/f's mother could cook - and then some. We all ate hugely, complete with decent wine, good conversation...in short, perfect. To round things off, I felt way better, all vestiges of flu like symptoms suffered during the course of the day had vanished.

Dinner was eventually over and coffee was served. Without any warning whatsoever, a wave of nausea overtook me. My stomach instantaneously and violently discharged its contents...all over the dinner table. A goodly portion of semi digested dinner found it's way across the table and onto my g/f's mothers' lap, and even onto the bureau behind her. To make matters worse (if such were possible) a second wave drenched my girlfriend. The third wave was so violent I slid off the chair onto the floor beneath - coughing, retching, burping and getting rid of the final pieces of whatever still resided in my stomach.

Moaning and still coughing ominously, I tried to convey what I intended as an apology. All that happened was another retching session...I staggered out of the house still honking and coughing and into my car whereupon somehow I managed to navigate my way home and into the shower.

Her parents told her afterwards that they never wanted to see me in their house again. (I mean damn, I didn't exactly plan this!!).

A year later we got married, and recently celebrated our 7th anniversary, inviting her parents over for dinner. My father in law inquired darkly whether I intended to blow chunks over everyone this time - as he is wont to do on any family occasion.
(speedwank, Sat 21 May 2005, 11:23, Reply)