young and foolish..
15 years old. Summertime. Houseparty. Friend's parents away. I managed to drink a fair quantity of red wine, and all was well until it came to pass out/go to sleep on the floor in the lounge. Soon however, bed-spin kicked in, and the urge to chunder was suddenly very pressing. I ran/staggered across to the patio doors, pulled them open and just about made it outside in time.

I hurled red wine on his patio. A lot. And more. Then it turned to green, then yellow. Every time I felt a little better and looked around, I'd spy an empty wine glass or a cigarette end, which prompted more retching.

I stayed on the patio all night, kneeling next to my neat pile of multicoloured vom. Apparently there is still a stain on the patio to this day. I didn't touch red wine for 10 years.
(bobbythebear, Mon 11 Jan 2010, 12:29, Reply)