At the Easter Ball in my first year at Uni ...
I had been eating and drinking most of the day (mostly cider, to my shame) and had then gone out to the Students Union. I carried on 'til kicking out time but had just enough time for a night cap. Now, I like Drambuie so I asked for a shot. The barman says they're out of Drambuie, but would I like some Southern Comfort instead. I *hate* Southern Comfort, but was so drunk that I accepted anyway. From that point on things got hazy.

I remember dropping the glass (half empty) on the floor and beginning to realise how bad an idea Southern Comfort had been.

I remember being dragged home (I only lived about a minute from the Union).

Then I remember throwing up in my sink ... a sink full of my washing up. I also had long hair which was getting dragged around in the vomit in the sink.

I also remember throwing up in a bucket (which I half filled) and in the toilet (which I managed to block).
In the night I woke up and feeling some sense of responsibility, managed to open the loo door (it had been locked to stop people trying to use it) and clean it all out.

I then went back to bed.

In the morning however (I must have still been drunk) I actually went to my 9:00am lecture (maths). I don't remember much about it, but apparently I sat there smelling of vomit for an hour. Then I went home to find that my entire corridor had been forced to leave their rooms and the cleaner had refused to open my door.

You see the bucket I had half filled with sick had been sat in the bright morning sun for all the time I was in my lecture and had (for want of a better word) cooked.

Needless to say I was the one who had to venture in to get it and tip it down the loo (the one I'd cleaned so well) which I promptly blocked.
( Hagbard ... it's been a long time., Thu 19 Aug 2004, 21:25, Reply)