At university
attempting to build up my alcoholic tolerance (whatever, I was drinking quite a lot at this point in time).
Spent day getting drunk (maybe just afternoon, I forget) then made myself dinner (pasta of somesorts). Flatmates decide that I should down a can of super-strength cider, so depart to local shop to acquire cider whilst I eat.
They return, and a pint glass is filled with nasty, strong, tooth-destroying cider (Strongbow Super or something, I hadn't drunk cider since I grew out of Diamond White - classy!).
To my credit, I manage to drain the glass, possibly in one go. This done, I promptly refill the glass - to the brim - with, almost un-chewed, pasta. Suddenly feeling much lighter, I, for some reason, refuse to empty the glass back down my throat.
A good time is had by all.*

*Perhaps not. I spent the end of the evening in the disabled toilets of the IT lab, vomiting repeatedly into the washbasin, thereby clogging the sink.

I also spent another evening, sobbing and vomiting repeatedly into another flatmates favourite cereal bowl. It was empted frequently and washed throughly afterwards, but she still refused to eat out of it.

Should probably also mention the time when I fell asleep in a chair and slowly dribbled stomach juices onto a small patch of the carpet. When I awoke, all the colour had been bleached from this bit of the carpet (from blue, to a pale greenish-yellow colour). Spiced Rum has since been added to my list of things not to drink.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Fri 20 Aug 2004, 9:43, Reply)