Places You've Puked

on michigan avenue, across the street from the art institute of chicago and in front of a busload of tourists

thats one entry btw

bedroom floor twice, 2-3 cars, lobby of a hotel in vancouver

side yard
japanese subway station
wall

http://www.pritzkerprize.com/full_new_site/images/artinstitutechicago.jpg
BLAEGHGHGGHEHGHGEHGHH

In the bathroom sink of that one coffee shop in Jersey City
In the bathroom at Trashbar

In the bathroom at the Music Box on 13th St

In the bathroom at Odeon, after crashing a Paper magazine party with free champagne (and drinking half a bottle of porto in a park)

Once on the PATH tracks at 14th st

In that one guy's bedroom trash can, crashing in his room while he was on vacation because my friend was hooking up with his roommate

In own bedside trash can after doing two vodka waterfalls courtesy of an Aussie friend and eating many handfuls of shelled peanuts which had not even begun to digest and came back up like aquarium gravel

on myself, sadly

came back up like aquarium gravel

AAAAAAAAAAA!!!

ahahahaha

lol at kinko's

On the table, English Martyrs Social Club, Whalley Range.

off of a chairlift onto a ski slope
sidewalk in front of an airport
while driving a car on the jersey turnpike

I'm glad I've always managed never to puke on myself, into my own handbag, or on a subway train. I'm not always sure HOW I've not done these, but I'm grateful.

oh, in trashcans on both the union square and 86th st 4-5 express platforms

oh wait, "outside at kinko's". never mind. that's not nearly as satisfying as the vision i was entertaining in my mind

i kinda love this question for being hilarious and leveling. and b/c i haven't puked in years so can, like, chalk all these up to youth and i don't know, weak irish heritage or whatever.

- toilets
- kitchen sinks
- bathroom sinks
- shower
- bedroom floor (rental but wahtever it was my floor! so much cleaning)
- someone else's bedroom floor (rental tho still regret)
- someone else's front hall (rental tho still regret)
- buckets
- bowls
- trash cans
- out the window of a cab

around the house: shower, bathroom sink, kitchen sink, a jar in my room, garbage can in my room, back yard, aforementioned side yard (last weekend yeeuurrrghh)

haha xpost

off of a chairlift onto a ski slope

i have heard a lot of people tell similar stories! i can't even imagine putting skis/snowboard on and trying to even move when hungover

not since i was a kid. figure it out.

In the then current Liverpool managers downstairs toilet.

I was once waiting for the Ellis Island ferry on the NJ side, in one of those semi-permanent tent things? when an elderly Asian man traveling with a big multi-generational family suddenly detached from the group and went across the room to vomit into one of the trash barrels. He did it so quietly it was hard to even tell, then spat and went back to his family, who all acted like nothing had happened.

The story behind that is either sordid or tragic. Or both. I'm pretty sure I don't want to know...?

also this
I'm glad I've always managed never to puke on myself, into my own handbag, or on a subway train. I'm not always sure HOW I've not done these, but I'm grateful.
is exactly how i feel abt it too - kind of amazed and relieved

onto I-94 while hanging out of the passenger door going 65 MPH, suspended only by my slightly more sober friends deathgrip on my belt

bonus - also worthy of "near death" thread

the ski slope time wasn't even from a hangover! it was before i realized i had a food allergy and threw up basically everywhere for a year

most exotic: planter in the Cairo airport

- out the side door of a saab
- in my sock on a dorm room floor
- a bunch of bathrooms
- off a fire escape on my hands and knees, lost glasses
- into the atlantic ocean from a beach in south county ri after drinking absinthe
- in math class; mom made me go to school
- on the street here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/255_McKibbin
- behind a couple bars
- in a graveyard
- into a pint glass at a bar

Whoah, jergs. Did anyone say anything??

some nice old ladies bushes on a sunday morning while her churchready horrified grandchildren and her stared on in awe

xpost "in my sock on a dorm room floor" is somehow aweinspiringly great to me

growing up i was deathly afraid of puking, and would avoid having to do so at all costs. counting backwards from 100, etc. now i live for it. LIVE FOR IT, i tell you

out the window of a Ford F-150 - while driving it

in fact i'm puking a shower of mr. pibb onto ye olde laptop, even as i type this

into someones parked car intentionally one night while belligerently drunk

getting puking over with is so much better than "almost puking"

into another dorm floors electric bathroom radiator thingy

On my aunt and uncle's deck after Kool-Aid Kool Bursts + Absolut Citron (cousin: "don't worry, now the squirrels have food")

In bushes, during a giant thunderstorm, after a wedding reception on my own first wedding anniversary

In the parking lot of a Subway, a Methodist church parking lot, and off the Portage Lake Lift Bridge (all on the same night)

In a hole in the sand that I had the presence of mind to dig with a shovel before I puked

All over my cousin right before (of after) he puked all over me following a night of too many hot dogs and marshmallows when were like 6 years old

All over my blanket (aka "bookie") when I was a little kid after swallowing a whole pack of bubble gum. My mom washed it and cut the gum wads out so it was full of holes after that.

front seat of friend's car
back seat of taxicab
flowerbed
gas pump
atm
new girlfriend's bed
kapiolani park parking meter

Do some of you not know how to find a bathroom? Maybe I just hit the head early and stick a finger down my throat, to get it over with.

What's the fun in that?

almost forgot:

on the riser in the lecture hall at Higgins Armory Museum, Worcester, MA, age 12, just as lecturer was removing a medieval knight helmet from my head.

Outdoor locations excepted because c'mon, they're bushes. That's what they're there for.

all over a nice new sweater I received for Christmas

kapiolani park parking meter

gr8080, you are true american hero!

Could you puke in a volcano for us? Live the dream.

atm

haha

laurel, i was discreet about my middle eastern planter. i think only a few people noticed.

john justen's puke places make me feel way better abt my incidents

laurel, by the time i was far gone enough to need to puke, i don't think i even understood what this 'bathroom' thing is you're speaking of

kapiolani park parking meter

gr8080, you are true american hero!

-- dell, Friday, April 18, 2008 12:29 PM (32 seconds ago) Bookmark Link

^^^ 5am NYE 08

atm was fun

I think I'm more of a preparatory puker. Sometimes I even go back to drinking afterwards.

i'm a stoner puker

Toilet
Bed at home
Out window of second-floor apartment of friend who was also then crushee
In bushes outside not long afterwards (laurel otm)
Bed in hotel room in november Blackpool (laboriously try-cleaned in bathtub next morning)

Somehow never:
Pub/bar
Work

There are so many seriously grebt replies on this thread. Though I first read Jon's "behind a couple bars" without the middle two words, which would be even more badass.

Thread bookmarked for feel-better hungover "oh I'm not that bad" purposes.

http://www.simonmason.karoo.net/page2.html

You've puked at 'em all eh Noodle?

I don't feel like I've puked enough in my life to answer this question.

- into the toilet
- in my bed
- in the woods
- all over my mom's car
- in my mom's car again, into a brown paper bag
- in my mom's car a third time, this time into a hefty one-zip bag she had begun to keep there as a precaution
- in the parking lot of a ben and jerry's
- onto a sprinkler
- at a geological research station
- off a ski-lift

- front seat of mums car after bad pie (when six)
- various buckets and toilets
- garbage can, Spencer St station underpass (antibiotics and empty stomach dont mix, kids)
- into the gutter, carlisle st shops, in front of my parents, with a hangover. Way to impress.
- this one time I puked half into a toilet and half all over myself after a night of popcorn and southern comfort and OJ. The spew was all little hard black bits, totally gross.
- I spew a lot with hangovers - bilious attacks that have left me vomiting up anything, inc bile and water, for up to 8 hours at a stretch.

I hate puking, hate it with a vengance.

Class, in some fancy hotel in London (maybe the Hilton? can't remember), on the streets of London, Bruges (in front of some reggae/soul/r&b bar), toilest buckets,...

It's rare that I vomit. Even when I have severe migraine attacks.

I'm pretty good about getting to the toilet, although there's usually a bit of splashover. Also, when I barf, it's almost always induced, and it invariably makes me feel 100x better.

The last time I recall vomiting involuntarily was when I tossed back a 5th of Thunderbird before a pal's show @ St. Andrew's in Detroit: I was supposedly roadying for him, and while watching his equipment after he was done, I tossed a load into what I thought was a stack of empty milk crates behind the stage. Little did I know, only the top one was empty and my spew landed on my friend's hardware.

Everything makes me throw up. I'm really weak stomached - sometimes even being too hungry makes me vom, which I just fail to understand. So these are just the edited highlights.

In Marks and Spencers (Oxford Street Branch)

Before every job interview prior to around 2003 (I used to take a toothbrush in my handbag.)

Projectile - standing in the doorway of a toilet cubicle in Charing Cross Station, hit the back wall.

Really awful food poisoning - I was freelancing on a day rate and couldn't afford to go home, so: in the toilets where Bride magazine next door were storing a load of wedding dresses for a shoot, x4. Waterloo Station, toilets. Euston Station, toilets. Finsbury Park Station, staff toilets. The Old Dairy, Stroud Green Road. Behind parked car, Crouch End Broadway. For the next two days in my own home.

Traffic island, Dalston.

On someone's toothbrush, student house party (I threw the brush away, better for them to think it was stolen.)

Northern Line train, nearest station Highgate.

Alley behind a strip club while carrying an aluminum cd rack.
Friend's sink.
Garbage can immediately after sex, that was weird.

Hmm, almost entirely into toilets, I kick ass at puke.

In recent memory:

A camp fire at Glastonbury
On Jenny Lewis' shoes at Glastonbury (just missed)
In between the seats of a Southern Train somewhere b/w Burgess Hill and Haywards Heath

Jaguar on way to Mr Chu's
Mr Chu's chinese restaurant,'ull
2nd jaguar on way back from Mr Chu's
Croquet lawn, Dorneywood

my personal best: ladies' toilets at the friars club..

Along the side of I-91 in Vermont whle a buddy was goig 60

I never miss a target and never get vom on my clothes.

First Avenue 'birthday champagne' incident: the bin at the club, just in the nick of time outside taxi x 2 driver stops, no 'friendly fire' experienced by driver. Did it all again a couple of years later at Triple Rock.

Christened the bowl of my new place last night, five minutes after the bed spins had worked their magic. Kind of thankful the sandwich I made myself when I got in from a dinner party after too much cognac was the last straw, because apart from the wobbles, no hangover.

Few and far between thankfully, as I have a pretty strong constitution but here's a few :

Booze-related:
Earls Court Tube station - neatly at the end of the Richmond/Ealing platform, on the day that pubs were finally allowed to stay open 11-11pm. (1988 IIRC)
My 30th Birthday - into a waste bin outside Hammersmith Tube station.

Food poisoning:
Christmas 1977. Whole family laid low by dodgy suet in Christmas Puddings.
Christmas 2004. Spent Christmas Eve throwing up after a dodgy fish pie the day before.

Sport-related:
After being knocked out playing rugby (1996)
After a foolhardy head-on attempt to stop a 20 stone prop from barging over the line from 5 yards (2006)- all wind knocked out of me & lunch deposited in a neat pile between the posts. At half time a spectator's dog ran on and ate it.

ai lien, i use to cry when i puked too but that was back in australia where i rarely ever puked so it was a rare traumatic experience. Now im on this side of the world I puke over the slightest little thing. Its almost like wait.........ok, you were saying?

i guess what im saying is PUKE MORE

Twice on BA 747s between new york and london, once because we blagged our way into the concorde lounge and drank copious brandies and champagne; once because I foolishly ate at Subway before getting on the plane. Both times whilst sitting at a economy window seat and largely into an air sickness bag although with enough spillage to need a pair of first class pyjamas to replace stained items of clothing.

I did make it home on Friday but I have half a mind to think someone put something in my drink? Very extremely drunk/ill on not much actual consumption. Kind of scary.

+On two member of my first grade class during library time.
+Out the window of moving car during family vacation in Virginia when I was 8

-Got puked on at work yesterday by old man in ICU

In third grade our desks were paired, face to face, and I was paired with a mentally retarded girl (is there a new politically correct term now? I'm always paranoid there is and I don't know it yet). She sat with her chin rested on the backs of her hands and her arms/palms flat to the desk-- staring blankly. Without a sound or a twitch of emotion vomit swirled and cascaded from her mouth onto her desk and mine. Never broke that vacant gaze, never moved.

THIS IS NOT HOW ONE VOMITS

God it scared me.

puked friday nite and saturday afternoon
everything made it into the toilet \o/

places my cat has puked:

kitchen floor
on my pillow while i was sleeping

Cat puke is a whole 'nother ballgame...

One of my best friends of my youth, on his 21st birthday, ordered some fried mushrooms, when the server brought them he puked all over them, the table, and the server. When we dropped him off he laid down in his yard, we just left him there, figuring he would go inside. He was still sleeping out there at 10 the next morning.

One time I puked all over the patio of my favorite Mexican restaurant. And I have never ever gone back.

me giving myself alcohol poisoning in austria while on a bus tour makes it impossible to consider giving an honest effort to this thread BUT I can be general

* Austria (most of it)
* Washington, DC
* Knoxville, TN
* Monterey, CA
* San Angelo, TX

Don't think I've ever actually given up the sick in NYC or London! That is amazing. And yeah I've been lucky about no trains, no planes and never on myself.

I once vomited in front of a metal detector at the airport so everyone had to step over it on their way to the plane. I've vomited a lot, but that one wins.

I've also -- thankfully -- never puked on myself. Places I have puked:

-- garbage cans in subway stations (more than once)
-- out the window of a car while being driven home by a girl who was hopelessly lost because I was sleeping/puking and not giving her proper directions to my house
-- row of plants near the Red Cross building in downtown Toronto
-- on the lawn in front of U of Toronto's Faculty of Music, in broad daylight
-- airplanes (but not since I was 15 or so, I get motion sickness quite easily)
-- outside a student dorm in Montreal while explaining physics to non-physicists
-- in my empty beer cup while waiting in line to use the bathroom at a party. Fortunately, the puke filled exactly to the top of the cup and no more. It all happened so quick and I was so subtle about it that only one person noticed.
-- in the Caribbean Sea, while wearing full scuba diving equipment (motion sickness again)

In line at the Blur concert in 98 'cause I was going solo and thought I'd bring my friend Vodka to keep me company..

the bathtub one is a head scratcher the morning after since the toilet is *right there*

i didn't know vic had a cat!

things you learn from the puking thread.

it was a long time ago (misty rip)

on N4d1ne D0yl£'s beautiful legs. sorry N4d1ne, i wouldn't let it happen now if it's any consolation

the bathtub one is a head scratcher the morning after since the toilet is *right there*

I think the last time my wife threw up was ages ago when she ran into the bathroom, found me sitting on the toilet, and at the last second had redirect her puking into the sink. It was closer than the bathtub and had no curtain to deal with.

On the way home from a bachelor party trip to Weasel's Exotic Entertainment I watched my friend puke while pissing in the middle of the street in some tiny Wisconsin town. I think he was smoking at the same time and the whole thing never phased him.

Not me, but a long time ago, a friend was sick while kissing a girl. Was the finniest/bizarre thing i've ever seen.

"a friend"

Yeah, a friend!
If i'm so drunk or stoned to be sick, then i'm a million miles past being able to get someone to kiss me.

i will not list the stuff from pre-drink days, as it is mostly about eating too much candy or bad fish.

- all over my friend Amy's house
- at Appel Farm in New Jersey, onto a gigantic waterbug swimming in toilet
- in numerous trashcans in dormitories of Oberlin College
- in a planter outside of my bank in Oberlin, in front of Dave Nuss and the dudes from No-Neck Blues Band (too much brandy, yayo and cock in my mouth the night before)

and my exotic ones:
- in a swanky hotel lobby (where i wasn't staying) in Krakow, Poland
- on the side of the road from the Ukraine border to Lvov
- off of a balcony in Paris after drinking most of a fifth of gin

haven't vomited in a year, though. this might be a bad thing: last week i passed out in the bathroom of our town bar without puking. i was about 16 drinks, two Xannies and one Klonopin into my evening. i weigh about 128. it'll be nice to leave a college town so that i won't have as much reason to be an alcoholic.

Things to put in your vagina

anyone else ever blorked between cars on the subway, while it was moving?

OH yeah

I have to puke sitting on the loo into a bucket cos I have a terribly weak bladder and if I didnt do that, erm well you can imagine the rest.

bathroom at work, five minutes ago

best barf i've ever had was walking down the street, puking for the entire length of the block, while walking. didn't stop once. hit the corner, puke was over.

was supposed to meet friends at art show. went home and passed out. slept through about 400 phone calls and answering machine messages. everyone thought i had died.

jesus I can't believe my midstride puke in manhattan sometime around july 4 2003 where I spit up a banana I'd just consumed right in the middle of a crosswalk and kept on going, banana practically came up intact because I'd wolfed it down in like 3 bites

can't believe I FORGOT

Not a complete list:

North Terrace, Adelaide
Olde City, Philadelphia
Royal Mile, Edinburgh
Camping Park near Silverstone Circuit
East Village in NYC
The Rocks, Sydney