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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Bolognese disasterSoon after starting a placement year in France, a few of us went out for a meal and settled on an 'all-u-can-eat' Italian where I had far too much spaghetti bolognese washed down with about three bottles of red wine. In bed in our rented house that night, room spin reached fever pitch and I could tell the inevitable would happen soon and made a dash for the bathroom. I didn't quite make it and vomited about 10 times en route in the darkness. Head in bowl, I could hear my housemates start to emerge from their bedrooms to investigate. Lights went on and I heard one female housemate start to scream. Feeling better after emptying my stomach, I left the bathroom and saw her cause for concern - every patch of vomit was about two feet wide, a terrifying scarlet colour on the pale carpet and each with it's own little pile of spaghetti 'brains'. Apparently, I was doing some sort of loud scream/gurgle with every blast, and that, coupled with the sight upon leaving her room, led my housemate to believe somebody was being murdered. I thought the fact we had carpet tiles would make the clean up operation easy, but it was a nightmare. I spent the next two days scrubbing about 20 of the buggers, and they all remained a light red colour. Got the deposit back at the end of the year though, after some strategic furniture movement.
(, Fri 20 Aug 2004, 15:48, Reply)
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