All Night Café
Back in High School my friends and I got drunk on way to much beer. My pal's cousin was driving and she decided we were much to drunk to go home and we needed coffee. We stop in a Café and get in the booth, one of the big round ones the seat 8, with me in the middle. She orders us coffee. I ask for mine black figuring that would be the best way of sobering up.
I take 2 sips of the foul late night coffee and the beer in my stomach starts to protest. In a drunken slur I tell everyone to get out of my way. They, being as drunk as I was, did not react to quickly. Up came everything I had eaten previously. In an attempt to stop the flow I clamped my lips shut which made my cheeks balloon out with with the pressure. My drunken lips could only hold it for long as dual spouts of vomit flared out dowsing the table like a sprinkler.

I finally made it to the toilets, when I returned I was shot with the icy glares of the poor girl who had to clean up the mess. I immediately exited and to this day have never been back there again.
(Yaguar, Wed 13 Jan 2010, 19:41, Reply)