pink and peachy
i must have been about seventeen, and there's a very nice local pub for local people around here where you can have a double shot of any flavoured vodka for £1.

so i set out on my quest to become one of the less sober people, and was partying on the strawberry vodka and lemonades all night.

having eaten that day

one peach.


so at 11:20pm, things are going a bit blurry, and i remember vaguely staggering down the high street with a friend under each arm trying to stop me falling over/walking into a wall.

stopped off at the local dodgy kebab/chicken shop, and got some chips. then got into daddy's car and went for a nice drive home.

i managed about two chips before i started feeling like i was going to see the strawberry vodka again, so i just opened the window and tried to breathe in the lovely woodland air from the lovely woods on the way home.

i managed the 20 minute drive, the wait for daddy to find his door keys and the run up the stairs to the bathroom.

only to eject my day's consumptions over the floor in front of the toilet. mmm! interestingly you could see what i had eaten as there were 4 lumps of peach and 2 perfectly whole chips in the middle of transparent dayglo pink vodka sick (fizzy).

mummy and daddy were very nice about it, and even cleaned up for me, probably because i am a happy, loving drunk and at one point (during later vomiting into the actual loo this time) told my daddy that i loved him very much and i would hug him if he would stop spinning, please.


the only other vaguely interesting vomstory i have is when i went out as a fresher. me and a friend from halls used to buy cheap safeway vodka/meths stuff (barcode label!) and drink that with coke before we went out in order to save money. one tuesday evening on the voddy we were all ready to go out so i ran out of her room, tumbled down two flights of stairs (completely fucking my ankle in the process), sprinted for the bus to camden, and on the 27 bus from paddington to camden managed to spew all over the floor. not a drop on myself, mind. but i think being alcoholically induced sick on the way to the place you are going is probably a sign of needing professional help from the AA.


oh and once i was sick in feet first for two hours and the guy who was trying to get it on with me was still waiting outside the ladies' for me when i came out. i felt sorry for him so i downed a pint of water and then snogged him. HA!
(corruptia, Sun 22 Aug 2004, 23:25, Reply)