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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(happy polly loggies for the length) i went to a party at a friend's housewhere a large vat of wine was being drunk. The stuff was horrific, putrid shite bought from a maltese farmer for under lm2 (about 3.50 sterling I think) for more than 10 liters of it. I am not really a 'wine person' but after downing god knows how many glasses of it i felt it beginning to chunder in my guts and it was either shit myself or puke (at the time I did not realise that there was the possibility of doing both at the same time - it is, i have done it, it is not nice). Being rather embarrassed to spew in front of my mates I went outside and puked copiously all over a vacant lot (now a building site), then staggered back to my mate's house for a sit down. It gets worse.
A girl I liked offered me a lift home, probably more out of pity than anything else because I was paralytic by now and probably stank of red wine. On the ride home, maltese roads being what they are, I fought to avoid puking in her car so I leaned my head out of the window and let rip as she drove down the motorway. At least I did not leave streaks on her paint work. When she finally got me to my neighbourhood I crawled out of the car onto the pavement and chundered all over the front step of the HSBC before managing to stagger home. There was a stained red splotch there for ages.
(, Sat 21 Aug 2004, 22:15, Reply)
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