15 years old. Drunk on Bacardi.
The headline says it all, but the interesting thing I remember was this. My school friend J and I were out the back of my (parents') house, sitting astride a couple of pool loungers and as mentioned, consuming Bacardi. It's 1985, summer night, Australia. These loungers are conctructed with a hollow PVC pipe frame stretched over with a woven polypropylene mesh type thing, a bit like shadecloth. Small holes maybe 1 or 2 mm in diameter so you can sit on them whilst wet etc. We weren't wet at this time however.

Predictably given this week's subject our evening graduated more or less simultaneously into sudden and serious embarfment. Paralyzed by impending and then actual heavage in the special drunk way, legs astride said loungers, the vomitus neatly fell between our legs on to the mesh fabric, and proceeded to sieve itself. Far out, it was fascinating. Did I eat that? Did you eat...what *is* that?

And in the morning, all we had to do was a quick sweep of the dried detritus off the top and it was like nothing ever....

....oh, hi mum.

Not my best maybe, but certainly first to mind.
(dadadali has hybrid vigour, Sun 10 Jan 2010, 4:57, Reply)