Puke Stories please.

I have never drank so much alcohol that it made me puke. Ever.

However.

This one time, I was on a sweet catamaran for a friend's Stag party. There were a load of lads, bikini-clad ladies and myself, relaxing in the sun and drinking cocktails. I was standing proud on the prow of the ship as it swept out to sea. It felt absolutely awesome ... until the boat stopped, laid anchor and let people jump over the sides to swim in the sea for a while. Us being that far out to sea and just rocking up and down with no forward motion was when the wave of nausea hit me. I tried to hold it back, and one of the lads on the boat told me to watch the horizon moving up and down. That would help me "find my sea-legs" and calm my stomach.

We started to head back to land as I stood on the prow again, my guts retching as I desperately tried to keep my eyes on the horizon and maintain my proud posture. I knew that if I leaned over the side, my eyes would be off the horizon and I'd start puking. So I kept focused, trying to keep as steady as possible, fixated and concentrating. Just then, the guy who gave me advice earlier came up and tapped me on the shoulder and asked me if I was feeling okay. I turned to him to give a simple 'yes', but what actually came out was wave of Sangria and other bodily fluids. The guy's face acted like a wavebreaker, splashing my vom back into the wind and coating EVERYONE within a 10 meter radius.

All I remember after that was dizziness and screams from the other folks, lads and bikinigirls included. I finally did the sensible thing and leaned over the side to continue hurling until there was nothing left to hurl. What was worse was that everyone else started to be overcome by the wave of nausea, and they themselves began hurling over the edge of the boat, coating the once pristine white ship a lovely shade of Sangria-purple. I remember wondering why they hosed down the boat after the last lost of tourists piled out of it, and we got on. Only then, did the penny finally drop.

... If ever you are on a small boat with me, make sure it does not stop.

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.

Pick one and SHOOT!

Late to the party but I'm gonna take the shot anyway.

Weirdest interaction you've ever had with a random person on the street.

Example: I said hello to a guy talking to no one, he screamed back aggressively "Was I talkin' to you!?"

That's gotta be my encounter with a gentleman outside a pub I used to go to. It was quite late at night and I was introducing one of my friends who doesn't usually go out 'pubbing' to the lifestyle, to show him that it isn't all that bad. We were sitting outside, enjoying a quiet drink in the night air when a tall man staggered over to us with a bucket under his arm. He took a drink out of it as he approached me.

The guy was obviously drunk. REALLY drunk. And I assume, homeless, because he smelled like he hadn't washed since 1996. What really bothered me about him though, was how friendly he was in tandem with his body odor (which was capable of stopping a clock). He slung his arm round my shoulder and complimented how awesome my aviator jacket was. Although he told me that he had a much better one back at home, of course. I was as civil, friendly and undaunted by him as possible, but then he showed me the contents of his bucket. Even in the dim twilight, I could see (and smell) that the bucket contained vomit, blood and teeth, which the gentleman proudly told me belonged to his brother, who had just been let out of prison.

As this point, mercifully, the pub landlord came out to shoo him away, telling me afterwards that the gentleman was a regular patron, lovingly nicknamed - "Drunko". My friend who I had boasted the joys of pubbing to, was in stitches the whole time. And it only then occurred to me that Drunko had been drinking out of the bucket the whole time, on his approach.

I didn't buy any more drinks, that night. ._.

The moment I heard the word "bucket" I knew there was gonna be something horrifying in that bucket. The moment you mentioned him drinking from it I knew it was going to be ten times as horrifying as previously thought.

Can you sail?

I can! I haven't done it since I was a kid, but I learned how to sail a catamaran with one of my sea-going friends in high-school. I didn't plan for the day very well either, so I actually crewed the boat in my school uniform. ^^;

have you capsized before?

Nope. I was surprisingly good at sailing. ;)

Damn. Missed the boat.