Note: The conversations are as accurate as I can remember as this happened years ago.
It was a Saturday afternoon when CLoz called me up.
CLoz: Hey Adam, what are you up to tonight?
Me: So far, nothing. Just got out of work.
CLoz: You should come over. We'll grab some grub, play some tunes and have some beer.
Me: Sounds good to me, see you in about an hour.
I went home to change and clean up, and to grab my acoustic so we could jam out and write songs for the band. When I got to his house,
we hung out for a little and he showed me the apartment him and his then fiance (now wife) were renting, as well as his collection of music,
video games, movies, and so on. A few hours later we decided to head out to a sandwich shop and grabbed some dinner. On the way back to his
apartment, we hit up the package store.
The evening was set up to be a good relaxing evening. I had myself a nice chicken parm grinder, a case of Guinness beer, and a bottle of Bailey's
Irish Cream. We polished off the food and let it digest for a little while. Outside on the balcony, we smoked a few cigarettes, talked about
music and what we were aiming for, and joking about the guy who's friend was "stabbed in the eyes with wooden stakes and burnt alive". After a little
while of bullshitting, we decided to start pounding down some car bombs.
For those who have never had a car bomb, they are one of my favorite drinks, and they taste like chocolate milk. It's a glass of Guinness beer (I know,
Guinness sucks), and you take a shot of Bailey's Irish Cream, drop it into the Guinness, and chug it as fast as you can.
We both started off with a car bomb and kept on with the jokes of a guy we both knew. His fiance was getting a kick out of it all and having a good time,
but was getting tired so she started to get ready for bed. Their apartment was a studio, so CLoz and I had to keep it down as best as we could so his fiance
could get some sleep. After a few minutes, we decided to pound down another car bomb each and go outside to have a smoke. I was somewhat of a lightweight at
the time so I was stumbling a bit.
After the smoke, we went back inside and CLoz started showing me some of the other songs he had written and we pretty much spent the rest of the night listen
to music and joking around. All the while, we both finished 9 car bombs each in the span of 3 and a half hours. It might have been a few more since each bottle of
Guinness was about 1 and 1/4 of a car bomb, but we ended finishing the 18 rack and the bottle of Baileys. I believe CLoz had another bottle of liquor, though I don't
recall what it was, but we drank that as well.
It was pushing 2:00 AM, and we needed to get to bed. I had some blankets and pillows on the floor, so I got under the covers and started to doze off. That's when the
best thing happened.
CLoz: Adam, WAKE THE FUCK UP
That's the first thing I heard. No sooner did I sit up, I puked, a lot. CLoz's fiance woke up and was pissed. You'd think after such a healthy vomit, that everything would
be alright so we could all go to sleep right? Wrong. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I puked again while laying on my side. I could feel another wave of vomit building up,
so I made an amazing attempt of running to the bathroom. Awesome! I didn't even make it halfway when I puked, yet again. Finally, after the third eruption from my stomach, I
ended up outside on the balcony. It couldn't have been more than 10 degree's outside on this fucking cold winter night, no shirt on now because it was drenched in puke, and my
head is hanging over the railing with vomit streaming out of my mouth every thirty seconds.
CLoz had brought out a blanket after a little while to help keep me warm, though I was sweating from exerting so much energy from puking. After an hour of solid vomiting, I started
to make my way back inside, hoping to finally get some sleep. As soon as I approached the door, back to the railing on the balcony I went to puke some more. This time I managed to get
it on my feet, railing, the balcony floor, and the blanket I had wrapped around me.
After a total of an hour and fourty five minutes of puking, there was nothing left in my stomach, so we were all finally able to get some sleep.
CLoz wasn't really upset with me about the incident, but his fiance was. It was the first time I had ever met her, and I thought for the longest time that she flat out fucking hated me, until
CLoz assured me that she wasn't upset about keeping her up all night and puking everywhere anymore. Crazy. It took me years to eat chicken parm after that night, as for car bombs, what do you
think I did the next morning when I got home?
