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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the chunder from downunderI had an excellent one. Back in the uni days, I was celebrating the end of exams (having not had a drink for weeks to preserve our tiny minds.)
We'd gone on quite a crawl, ending with him staggering off home and me deciding to visit a friend who had just outed himself and was now working in a gay cocktail lounge. When I turned up, he quietly sat me down in a corner with a glass of water and some chips, near the dj, leaving me there to sober up and do no damage (so he thought...) I'm sipping away, bopping along, crunching my chips (chili crisps, actually) when all of a sudden I feel a wave of nausea - I'm trapped by all these other tables and can't walk to the bathroom (too pissed!) So, I look around, no potplants, and too many people looking in my direction....
Genius! my glass (frosted so it's opaque) is empty enough... here goes... I bowk my spew into the glass, while pretending I'm downing my drink, fill it to the brim, and then disguise the top of it with some chips to hide the truth, stagger out into the night, and grab a taxi. Perfect crime.
The friend working there tells me that the young thai glassie cleaning the tables came across my creation, and had no idea why someone would leave a full drink (covered in chip garnish)... until he realised the glass he was holding was body temperature.
I'm told his screams of disgust tore off the roof.
(, Fri 20 Aug 2004, 6:05, Reply)
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