After Show Party Show
I'm no actor. So I opted to do the lighting for the school production of Godspell. All the performances went very well and I really enjoyed having a 1KWatt spotlight all to myself; panning it over the stage and audience.
After the last show came and went, we all piled into the school minibus and went to this very posh house, owned by the leads parents I think. It was a house on multi levels that was built into the hillside. The driveway had a steep incline and rounded a corner into a garage. Above the garage was a balcony, where you got a great view over the surrounding valley.
Anyway we hit the kitchen to find a table loaded with food and another covered in wineboxes and bottles of beer. The food hardly got touched. A mate of mine was found under the food table emptying an entire winebox into his mouth. Of course we didn't stop him, to be quite honest I don't think anyone would have been able to, as between mouthfuls he was growling at passers by.
I decided to check on him an hour or so later. He was shot to bits, red wine stains over a white shirt and he was moaning loudly. It took three of us to finally remove the table and drag him to the balcony. The fresh air did work wonders, after a while. Soon he was talking and even asked for a glass of water. Then it happened, the first time I had ever seen projectile vomit. It flew out of him, not curling off for at least 2 meters. Being that we were on the balcony it seemed as if time or gravity had stopped and when it finally did hit the driveway it made the sound of a bucket of water being sloshed on tarmac. In the gloom you could just about make out that a 'river of puke' that was trickling down the driveway.
We took the piss for weeks, but were all slightly in ore of his debut.
( David Bardell Diks - In Car 956, Sat 3 Dec 2005, 1:10, Reply)