My Worst VomitWe all love a drink. Some of us love them so much they want to see them again on the way out of their mouths. I once got caught by surprise by the boozy sickness while chatting to some friends in my kitchen. Quick as a flash I grabbed a nearby pan and chundered away merrily in it. Realising it was probably time for bed I staggered off to my room. Unfortunately, my co-ordination failed just as I reached the landing and I somersaulted down the entire flight of stairs with my saucepan full of vomit. Beat that!
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chthonic, Thu 19 Aug 2004, 21:00)
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hurling at high speeds in the cold.we'd been guzzling in the countryside that evening. it was fairly chilly out, and finally a few of us needed to leave, for one reason or another. for one of the fellows, the reason was extreme, extreme drunkenness.
so we got into my friend's dad's very nice red sportscar, and we were on our way. mr. sick started to look very bad. the driver said, several times, that if he had to spew, to tell him and he'd pull over as fast as possible.
lo and behold, mr. sick had to spew. but did he tell anyone? no. he just rolled down the window and let fly. over, and over, and over again. there was nothing we could do about it, except cringe away from him to avoid the globs that flew back into the car.
finally, we got to his house and he staggered away. the rest of us got out to look at the damage. the entire right side of the car was coated in a hard shell of now-frozen vomit. the speed of the car made for some particularly violent streaks at the back, near the bumper, which were quite impressive. we got a lot of stares when we got back into town.
since it was impossible to use a hose in the cold air, the car was left in that condition overnight, in the driveway, without explanation. i can only imagine my friend's dad's face the next morning when he stepped outside.
(, Fri 20 Aug 2004, 0:43, Reply)
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