Taxi for a Rachel?
Ok, picture the scene...

A Friday night, I forget what the exact event it was but I think it was some funky house and this invariably meant a lot of Essex guys in popped collars and their 'best' jeans whilst the girls were in the tiniest white shorts and alcopop glory.

A busy Friday night, and I'd just managed to serve enough people leaving me time for a quick wee break/make up check. Head to the loos on the top floor which are invariably quieter and am met by a group of girls screeching "Awwwww nooooo! Rachellllllll". Push my way through the banshee barricade and there sprawled, in all her drunken glory is Rachel.

Legs spread, knickers round her ankles, make-up all over her face, screaming like a strangled cat is a petite blonde sitting in a a pool of her own filth. It seems she'd tried to make it to the toilets but failed in her paraletic state, shat herself, slipped over in her heels and then vomited up yellow Reef all over her lovely self.

What a lovely sight. I loved that job.
(meowmix is a voodoo child, Tue 14 Apr 2009, 23:04, Reply)