While in the Navy when I was 20 we did some ops with the Canadian Forces in the Cold Lake Alberta area, we worked all day and partied all night. I was a heavy drinker in those days and I could hold my own, but I got very drunk before we went out one night, and while we was out I guzzled a gallon of long island ice tea, (that wasn’t even mine) so being as it was about 7pm and I was damn near passed out, they took me back to our room on base.
After they left me I knew I had to throw up and the bathroom was maybe 4 feet from the bed and a window was maybe 3 feet, so I opened the window, and I remember sitting there on the floor head and arm on the window still, thinking how nice it was, drunk as fuck, a nice cool breeze and looking forward to throwing up since I knew I was going to be very sick the next day.
The time came and I started to throw up like there was no tomorrow, over and over, probably the most I ever thrown up in my life. After I got to the dry heaves I sat there thinking how much better I felt…. Then I realized how wet I was…. I opened the window, but not the storm window…. I had so much vomit all over me and the windows, the walls, the floor you name it.
I spent an eternity stumbling up and down the halls looking for cleaning supplies and cleaning it up. I got the mess, but not the smell and all I could hear later when they got near our room was “what the fuck is that nasty ass smell”
I got a lot of shit over that night.
2005-04-08, 05:34 PM
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