drinking and puking

(2) Vomiting all over my bed and my college roommate's desk after a Christmas binge. (He effectively moved out soon thereafter.)

The most embarrassing was definitely when I was about 20, and I sat and drank Jack Daniels all afternoon with my cousins in a pub in darkest Herts. Then we went home and got very stoned. I did not know at that time that British weed is almost invariably mixed with tobacco, to which I am very allergic. So, very drunk and very stoned, we wandered down to dinner, which was roast lamb. Even though I'd given up eating meat about a year before, The Munchies compelled me to eat vast quantities, even though I could no longer digest it.

I ended the evening so sick that I projectile vomited copious quantities of blood (I don't know if it was the lamb's blood or mine) all over their bathroom. I don't really know how I managed to get it all over the wallpaper, but it was really bad.

My story's pretty tame in comparison; was out at a party with my girlfriend where I got involved in a drinking game that had me chugging pina coladas. I have no recollection of the evening after the 7th one (!), but apparently at various points in the evening I had GF up against the wall and was attempting to make out with her (much to her bemusement, as I couldn't keep my mouth open), announced to a roomful of people that I was "too drunk to fuck", and continued to try dancing even though I couldn't stand unassisted. We later went back to her place, where I proceeded to projectile vomit all over her, myself, her bed, and the wall. She (bless her soul) sponge- bathed me, showered, stripped the bed and laundered the sheets, and cleaned off the wall as I lay there dead to the world. The next moring, I woke up HANGOVER-FREE, naked and confused in a stripped bed and made the mistake of rolling over and saying, "Wow, I feel great. Did I throw up or something?"

I can't believe she married me. :)

I don't know what it is with me and bathrooms, I fall asleep in them. Thursday night I fell asleep in the bathroom at the bar/cafe I was at, and my friend, who happened to be the bartender, had to leave the bar and find me.

CONFESSION: Whenever I throw up I think about Julie Kristeva. (And not the other way around). Having read some of her work on the abject at university, in the middle of regular hangovers so bad that I would be sick every half-hour for whole days, the only example that stuck in my head was vomiting -- it's when the inside becomes outside or something and is thus highly abject. How sad is this?

STORY 1: appropriately enough, this is my most abject vomit story. When living in Brighton, I used to go out drinking with a friend of mine, who was taller, older and had a much more solid constitution. He DJ'd part-time in a horrible club, so we used to go there to drink until 3 quite often. his recovery procedure on leaving was always to throw up outside on the doorstep of the Scientologists, which were conveniently placed between the Gloucester, and a kebab shop where stage 2 of his recovery programme took place. Not being a kebab man, I tended to just stagger home. This particular occasion I made it as far as my house, got inside the door, but no further, waking up in the morning lying on the staircase, in a pool of my own vomit, and having pissed myself. Tasty.

STORY 2: Even worse, in etiquette terms, than throwing up on your own (and flatmates) staircase, is to throw up in an office. When I was Chair of the student radio station at Sussex Uni (the same year as story 1) we organised and enjoyed a promotional event on campus. After conspicuous consumption I was offered a lift home, but this involved going via the radio station offices. Sat in a chair I then proceeded to throw up into the bin. This was Thursday. It wasn't until Monday when I managed to pluck up the courage to go in and clean up; the door having been barred with a notice saying 'Beware of the Vomit.'

We went home and I spent the entire night hurling the contents of my stomach down Britte's loo and at lunch the next day, her Mum told me how she and her husband had had a right good laugh lying in bed, listening to me in the Badezimmer every five minutes. Hearty ha.

"a half of lager, a half of bitter and a pint of HHHHUUUUUUUUURRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL" all over the bar, then I fled to the toilets, and spent the rest of the night in there emptying my stomach through my nose and mouth.

Somehow, I still managed to get a snog that night, god knows how.

Later I got home, managed to talk soberly to my parents but then made the mistake of sitting down with them. The dog started barking, Mum told me to let her out, I got up. And passed out cold on the floor.

oops

Really? I thought that maybe you puked after eating yer butt lint!

:-)

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