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Went to a TV show premiere last year, due to timing I had to rush there after work so didn't get any food.

On arrival got given a glass of champange, this was followed by beer & cocktails. They did see fit to bring out some pasta after a while so I ate this.

After playing laser quest in the bar (it was the launch of Sarah Conner Chronicles) and dancing on the dancefloor the pasta wasn't sitting to well. I sat down and realised that I was going to vomit, knowing I wouldn't reach the loos in time I did something I thought would be brilliant and undetectable, I grabbed the nearest beer bottle and vomited into it. I say into, most ended up on the floor.

My mate seeing this realised it was time to go, we left sharpish and I threw up again outside.

I remember saying goodbye to him near Oxford Circus station as he was going to Croydon and me to Hillingdon, I said I'd be alright.

Next thing I remember is waking on the train (I may have been a little sick again) in Pinner. This I felt was quite impressive as it meant I got down the steps at Oxford circus and changed trains at Baker Street - admittedly the wrong train but at least the right direction. I got out and got a cab home.

Next day I get a text from my mate asking if I had thrown up, not because he remembered but he had just gone to put his shoes on and there was sick on them, my sick. I confessed I had.

The most embarassing thing about the night however wasn;t the vomiting, it was the dancing to Sweet Child of Mine (air guitar included) with one of the guys from Busted.

(For once I have a QOTW where I have many stories)
(langers, Thu 7 Jan 2010, 17:35, Reply)