expensive vomit

This December I was invited to a wedding to take place on New Year's eve. It was a wedding of fancy people held in a big church north of Boston, and the reception would be on the top floors of a skyscraper in the middle of the city. Finding this a rare opportunity, I mustered up the courage to put on pants and leave the house, rented a tuxedo, and headed to the north shore to meet my friends for the wedding.

In deciding to go, I broke from a life of tai chi, sedentary youtube-watching, soba noodles in a water-like broth, and early bedtimes. For one night I exchanged all this for loud music, shiny shoes, skylines, tablecloths worth more than my bed, and of course rich, beautiful food. As I watched the fireworks and snow scattering over the Charles river from 33 stories high I had lobster, properly cooked vegetables, beef brisket that might have been sous vide, too many desserts to count. By my estimate, what I ate that night could not have been worth less than $200.

And, around 4 AM, after retiring to the fanciest hotel room I have ever been in, I violently expelled each course into the hotel toilet in all manners imaginable, with each event flowing persistently into the next until around noon the next day. It felt to me as if I were dropping gold watches and ipods into the basin (but without the connotation of solidity). I felt sorry for the cleaning crew- there was no mess, but the odor was horrific.

Moral- Humble people should always approach decadence with self-preservation in mind.
Length? I couldn't eat properly for 3 days.
( the prick of misery pierced my foot on a spiiiike on, Mon 11 Jan 2010, 18:07, 1 reply)

bad lobster
sounds like a touch of food poisoning from lobster old chap, especially as no alcahol mentioned in your story....
(bROKEN aRROW PUA HVI Master, Wed 13 Jan 2010, 15:10, closed)