Drinking Stories
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(This is long but read the whole thing - it rivals anything by Kona any day of the week!)
Back in high school, senior year 1996, my friend Jeremy and I went to visit my sister and her boyfriend - they lived about an hour away or so and on a lake, it was always fun to hang out there. I was 17.
We went with them to a college graduation party and they had a margarita machine, but the ice wasn't working, no crushed ice or anything so it was just the liquid.
Wasn't really into beer then so drank cup after cup after cup of super strong margarita mix loaded with tequila.
Eventually felt a stir in my stomach and got really nervous. Someone was in the bathroom so I went into a spare bedroom, sat on the bed, and projectile puked ALL OVER the wall in front of me from about 4 1/2 feet to the floor. All over the carpet. Everywhere.
I got so nervous, didn't want anyone to know, so I took off my shirt, took off my undershirt and used it to "clean up" the puke (and I say that loosely because I was wasted beyond belief).
Not sure how well I cleaned it up, but nervous as hell and I took my puke soaked rag of an undershirt and stuffed it inside a cowboy boot in the closet!
My sister's boyfriend thought I puked but I just kept lying about it. They were more worried about my best friend who was making out beside the house with a girl whose boyfriend was at the party...
Well, months later I saw the home owners (who were in their 30s) at a concert, we'd not seen each other since my Sister's funeral (she passed away that summer in 1995) and they told me the following:
"We'd love to have you come over sometime for dinner, but you can't puke all over everything again." and kind of gave me a pat on the back like "it's OK, we've been there before ourselves.
Turns out the puke on the wall had gotten into an air conditioner vent on the wall and after a few weeks they started to smell this really sour smell in the room. They had to unscrew it from the wall and clean it and stuff.
Never heard about the cowboy boot, but i shudder to think of the experience of pulling them out of the closet and finding a very sour smelling, questionable origin shirt stinking up a cowboy boot.