good at vomiting
1) Big party, very young (14), boy gets me totally wasted on cider, I throw up EVERYWHERE, pass out in the corner, wake up with his tongue down my throat to the dulcet tones of "boom boom, shake the room" by jazzy jeff and the fresh prince.
2) Amsterdam. I can't even smoke tobacco, let alone anything more 'creative' (just not built for it. you'll see why). I also can't stand Indonesian food (or rather the Dutch version of it). If i do both, you will have this: projectile vomiting over the dining room tables in the Stedelijk Museum at lunchtime.
3) Party, aged 16. Get there early. Another girl spikes my red wine with Archers. I passed out half an hour later, and wake up in vomit. In the lounge. With all the 'cool' people.

I have grown up now. Instead, recent shame includes:
Doing naughty things in the park during sunny weekend, dog comes bounding up to our hideaway, closely and inconveniently followed by owners and child.

To be honest, I was always the sensible one amongst my friends. I have since learned it's better to regret the things you've done than those you never even tried.

However, doesn't always work like that - cooking a gournet dinner on holiday for friends, my godfather decided when picking juniper berries it was easier just to pick those that had fallen on the ground and wash them. He'd eaten a couple in front of guests before realising they were rabbit droppings.
(niceandwarmandhot vive la résistance, Mon 28 Nov 2005, 15:17, Reply)