eep...just remembered my drunken shame story
It was last new year's, and I was round at my mate Dave's (yay Polo Dave!) house, after we had been to asda to stock up on booze (we bought a shitload...including those weird sidekick shot thingies....just about everything. Fast forward a few hours and while we (including me, obviously) were putting the drinks away, we hadn't really eaten much....and i hadnt eaten before going out since breakfast. fast forwards to midnight, and i was staggering around in the garden playing 'pile-on'in the mud, getting off with my mate randomly, and ripping my trousers somehow. I'd also managed to punch my mate Rob in the face quite hard, and having realised this i went upstairs to find him and apologise, so barrelled into dave's room to find him, only to find another friend curled up on the floor having panic attacks. I snapped into caring mode at this point, and fed her lots of water (as if that helps) and hugged her a lot, then realised that i was probably going to need the big bowl next to her a lot more than she did... so i spent the next hour or so puking into a bowl, wiping my face with a forest's worth of tissue and just chucking it into the bowl, or on dave's jeans and t-shirt (which he gave me to wear after a bit, as i'd taken off my shirt cos i threw up on that). eventually i sort of fell asleep/passed out on a chair on top of my mate harvey in the lounge, having to run to the bathroom every half hour or so to throw up. at about 6 or so i managed to stop, get a drink and have some proper sleep before everyone else came to and made breakfast. as i felt so much better, i decided to have a cuppa and some rice crispies.....which soon returned and sent me right back to hangover hell. My mate helpfully reminded me at this point that i still had to dispose of the contents of the bowl from the night before...so i carried the (fucking huge) thing downstairs, through the kitchen and started trying to empty it into the bin. I was obviously having some trouble with this, so dave's mum (who'd been making people bacon and eggs and things) came out to help me....I was mortified. We found a comb in the bowl of dried-out tissuey vomit, which scared me a little bit....Then i remembered that i'd promised to go shopping with my mum in town, so i got a lift to the centre and stood around for a bit feeling cold and miserable....mother arrives, and announces "lets have lunch!" *shudder* so i sat in lloyd's with her and my aunt, picking at the smallest salad ever, then bought a book and came home. I realised I was still hungover when at 9pm i was throwing up my dinner of pasta....have never been that drunk since, felt almost too embarrassed to go to polo dave's party since, though i did go in the summer (and shagged on a bouncy castle shared with my mates, absolutely no shame about that one ;)
(Ryuken-Kai, Wed 30 Nov 2005, 4:55, Reply)