chair bum shapes
I was 15 and round at my best mate Caroline's house for a party. As had become customary, we gathered to have dinner with Caroline's family in an effort to convince them that we were not drunken fools and were respectable young ladies who should be left alone in the house for a party. Yum, spag bol for tea.

Anyway, fast forward to a few hours into the party. I had consumed one too many alcoholic beverages, and had passed out on the sofa in their front room. About 1AM, with the party in full swing, I woke up with the familiar sensation of my stomach contents trying to escape my body via my mouth. No time to run to the toilet, but thankfully I was sat next to one of those lovely wooden kitchen chairs with the bum dent carved in it. 'Why, that bum dent will surely hold my vomit' I thought.

Sadly I was wrong. Partially digested spag bol cascaded off of the chair all over the new, pale pink lounge carpet. In full view of many of the boys I fancied at the time. But that was not made it so shameful.

It was the sight of Caroline's lovely mum scrubbing my vomit out of her new carpet at 1 in the morning. In her dressing gown. And the vomit covered chair visible on the patio behind her.

The thing that makes this shameful rather than run of the mill teenage drunkeness for me is that I had no recollection the next morning as I sat down for family breakfast with Caroline. I believe I even made a comment about the interesting new stain on the lounge carpet.

They said nothing at the time and it all came rushing back to me in the car on the way home *blush*
(kitteny_goodness, Tue 29 Nov 2005, 19:35, Reply)