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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Not a unique story, I'm guessing, but happy memories...When I was 19 I took a job in a local hotel for the only reason 19-year olds ever take such jobs: I needed the money. The hotel had been closed the previous year (due to some "bad press" when someone had been shot in it), so they were keen to revamp its image from paramiltary shooting gallery to respectable venue. So as part of our induction course, they trained us to make and appreciate cocktails, which involved drinking most of them.
I think you can see their blunder galloping across the horizon. Even in small quantities, a shit-load of cocktails is still a shit-load of cocktails.
Four hours later I stumbled into the house I'd only moved into one week earlier, up to my room at the front of the house, over my sleeping-bagged mate and over to the window, climbing onto the sill because I'd decided that it would be a perfect place to "get some air".
Turns out that air reacts badly with cocktail-lined stomachs, so as my mate sees nothing but a doubled-over, gurgling sillouhette, I broadly yakked all down the red-painted front of the house and over the downstairs bedroom window.
Happily, the house was visible from a large area, so my handiwork was there for all South Belfast to admire. The last time I was back home, it had been painted a nice vomit-friendly colour.
(, Mon 23 Aug 2004, 18:36, Reply)
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