Variety is the spice of life
It seems most posts here are about alcohol. One of my most memorable events was having some sort of tummy bug while at living on campus at uni, and not being able to stomach the campus food. Accordingly, I thought 5 or 6 chocolate milks would do the trick for lunch. I have since learnt that the stomach can't digest milk properly, but that day it was a bit of a surprise when I found things getting suddenly worse. I made a dash from the dining room across the courtyard, up the stairs and almost to the door of the bathroom before letting the milk go over the walls. At least I kept some inside for the sink and the toilet. I forget who cleaned it up.

My worst alcoholic event must be when I went out with some workmates one Friday, and had some green drink out of a shaker (and lots of repeats of it). I wasn't yet used to trying to pass out in gutters, so had the great idea of going back to work to lie down. I passed out on the floor under my table, and woke briefly to vomit on the carpet. A couple of hours later I woke again, and this time made it to the toilet to vomit before returning to lie down close to the original pile of vom. A few hours later I woke up dehydrated, but aware enough to be shocked at the smell and sight soaking in the carpet. Despite the hangover I cleaned it as best I could, smearing greasy vom into the carpet. I caught the train home and came back later with carpet cleaner and a vacuum. Despite numerous applications, it was a obvious stain and smelt terrible (being Sydney in summer with no air-con didn't help). Finally I covered it with a bin and went home. Monday had many comments on the smell, but no-one twigged. A week later it was still obvious in the air. It was 9 months before I moved desks, and I could still smell it and see the patch. It was only after I left that employer that I felt that I was safe enough to start boasting of that night.

Carpet cleaner will make me want to throw up every time, even now.
(Skippyfillet, Sun 22 Aug 2004, 14:46, Reply)