Shiny, shiny, oh, not so shiny
During my "rock chick" phase (please don't laugh) I use to wear a lot of those very thin silver bangles.
One saturday evening I managed to cram in 4 pubs and 2 parties, I remember sitting on the floor at the 2nd party, attempting to focus my vision on Bill & Ted Excellent Adventure (yes it was that long ago) that someone had put on, (I can only recall 2 bits).
After someone walked in with a bottle of vodka, and I enquired "if you are not using that, I can have it?" I figured it was time to go home.
Fortunately, this final party was being held just across a main road from my street, which at 3 in the morning was quite quiet.
Didn't feel too good as I turned the key the lock, but managed to retain my liquid content.
Up the stairs, ooh, that not good, but again maintained.
Quite impressed - maintaining my non-puker status - I removed my bangles and other jewellery into a very cool glass bowl, which served as a jewellery box, and promptly filled it.
I had reached the "i'll sort it later" mode, fell into bed and into slumber.
Woke in the morning, to find I had also puked on my pillow (yay), carefully carried bowl through to bathroom and applied shower to it.
Slowly the liquid cleared and revealed all my jewellery had gone a lovely shade of brown.
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