Just for Og...

Og has a post up about vomit-blogging. Which, naturally, brought me back a ways...

Back in the day, I had a buddy, let's call him Bill*, that I used to go bar-hopping with. We'd take turns, one night he'd be the designated drinker and I the driver, the next we'd swap. Worked pretty good that way. Until... We're at a sports bar, shooting pool and watching hockey on the big screen. It's his turn to stay sober, so I grab a 20 oz. Killian's draft and start playing pool for beers. I used to be a decent pool player, so I had 3 more Killian's bought for me by the losers when I look over at Bill.

*Name has been changed to protect the (not so) innocent

Some of his friends from work stopped by the bar. While he was sitting out this round of pool, they invited him over to their table.

And they're doing shots.

And Bill is doing shots.

Lots of shots.

Shit. I've now had 4 large beers at this point. And *I* just became the designated driver... Fortunately, it was early in the evening, so I switched over to water. Lots of water. The bartender knew Bill and I pretty well (we closed the place down on a semi-regular basis), and I explained my predicament to him, so he kept my water glass full, and I worked on emptying it...

Needless to say, I was not a happy person - I was enjoying myself, getting free beer, and now I'm guzzling water and running to the bathroom every 10 minutes...

So, at the end of the night, I'm all sobered up and ready to drive us home. Bill is liquid at this point. He's also got a buddy who's also too inebriated to safely drive him. So we've got to make a stop before we can get home... Great, just great...

Drop Bill's friend off, then head back to my place. We're about 10 minutes away when Bill turns green. He rolls down the window (those of you who have been there before know where this is heading). Couple minutes later, he's expelling the contents of his stomach all down the side of his brand new car. The first new car he's ever owned. And now he's got a flamejob done up in stomach lining down the passenger side...

I almost felt bad for him, then remembered all that free beer I could have been drinking...