a forty and two cans of beer:
This occurred the first weekend I moved into my duplex with some fellow college (Uni for the brits) friends.

The neighbors in the other side of the duplex were having a party, so our half decided to make an appearance since we didn't know them yet. I didn't know a single person there outside of my roommates, so I alleviated the awkwardness in my gut with a bottle of Colt 45 and two cans of Pabst.

At the end of the night, I woke up in one of the neighbor's beds with absolutely no idea how I had gotten there. (No roofies, I promise. I guarded my drinks all night) I sat up, saw that I was mysteriously in my pajamas, and looked around. There were about 15 people in the room and the scent of pot lingered in the air. I felt their eyes burning into my back as I hobbled out of the bed and stepped over them to get to the door. Good first impression.

The next morning, I had to get to work at the library for 10 am. I woke up as soon as the alcohol exited my system, which was 7:30 am. When I went downstairs for a drink, I grabbed a key lime donut from the leftover dozen we had gotten the day before.

This is why I had florescent green puke half an hour later.

After my stomach settled, I showered and forced myself to go to work anyway - it was also my first weekend at this job, so I figured it was too soon to call out sick.
I congratulated myself on my determination in between bouts of nausea as I drove to work.

Thankfully, I was stationed at the multimedia desk, so little movement was required. As soon as I booted up the computer, my stomach got queasy again. This time, careful swallowing and deep breaths weren't enough.

After about twenty panicked steps out of the multimedia room, I couldn't hold it and I vomited - swallowed it (it would have gotten on the carpet) - and vomited again...all over the carpet anyway.
It was still florescent green...and it still tasted like a key lime-filled donut.

Horrified, I literally ran to the bathroom, just in case. I didn't puke again, so I washed my face and rinsed out my mouth. The puddle of puke was still there on my way back and I could see how far I DIDN'T get to the bathroom. I then proceeded to call upstairs and ask to go home. They made me wait a half hour, which I spent sitting at the desk with blood-shot eyes and puke breath.

On my way out, the vomit puddle was gone - in it's place was a wet spot. I'm assuming the janitor saw it and scrubbed it out, but I'm still paranoid to this day about whether anyone witnessed it happening.

The story ends the next day outside of a convenience store. One of my neighbors (who works at the store) was on his cigarette break when I walked by. I asked him how I ended up in his bed that night. He said that he didn't know why, but I went back to my house, changed into my pajamas, came back to his side and made myself at home in his bed. He was not in his bed when this happened. No sexual encounters occurred.

Also, we deduced that I did NOT get confused and think it was actually my room. My room is in the corner facing the back yard. His room is in the opposite corner, facing the street.

Why I thought sleeping in his bed, in his house was a good idea is still a mystery.
(juliajuliajulia, Tue 25 Dec 2007, 22:19, 5 replies)

We all do things like this
from time to time. Like the time I thought it would be nice to sleep in the bath for a change, even though I had a bed. Obviously a thought process induced by intoxicants like yours.

As for vom, I can take the labored breathing and the nausea yet ride it out. If my back starts to sweat I've had it and its time to fine the nearest basin
(MrBlue ding!, Tue 25 Dec 2007, 22:56, closed)

Manners
At least you had the good manners to put on your pajamas before getting into bed.
"click"
(Windy Shrimp "wuz heah", Tue 25 Dec 2007, 23:11, closed)

I know when I'm gonna vomit
'cos my chest feels clogged... and then comes the rumble, it's like three mini-rumbles in a triangle in the centre of my chest...

Then comes the vom. Once I shot some vile black expulsion a good 8ft, well proud.
(Frozen_Banana Shaved against the grain; thoroughly unrewarding., Wed 26 Dec 2007, 23:09, closed)

for me
my mouth gets all watery and i feel pressure in my gut... not good times.
(juliajuliajulia, Thu 27 Dec 2007, 0:39, closed)

this story
was made outstanding by the putting on of the pyjamas moment
(JasperSinister is offering two tickets to the gun show, Fri 28 Dec 2007, 14:24, closed)