Yr. humiliating vomiting experience

Um, yes. Work's do, drink provided free of charge by our Sun Microsystems suppliers, Morse. I vomited over my immediate boss and three of the main reps from our client. I got a standing ovation when I got in in the morning, and it is now the stuff of office legend.

On New Years Eve 1999/2000, I worked from 8 am to 11:30 pm at my restaurant job, and was in such a hurry to get the hell out of there and "party down", that I neglected to eat ANYTHING all day long. So, upon my ingestion of what would normally not be a large amount of alcoholic beverages, I began getting "the spins" and made a dash for the porcelain paradise.

Anyone familiar with the phenomenon known as "dry heaves"? I became quite acquainted with that experience over the next 30 minutes or so, to the extent I had ZERO strength in my body, such that I could barely lift my eyelids.

(but wait, there's more)

Anyway, as I finally begin to summon the strength to move, and raise up to one foot, ready to go back out into frightening New Millenia "woo-hoo"s, some dude busts through the door, mid-spew, getting it all over the floor (carpeted, a bit odd for a bathroom) as well as MYSELF.

So now, I'm leaving the bathroom at the dawn of the twenty-first century, having finally recovered from being incredibly sick, completely covered in SOMEONE ELSE'S vomit.

The host, my boy Max, let me where some of his ill-fitting close, made me a sandwich, and said "dude, you've had a shitty night" as he proceeded to fire up the very thing that would put my millenia back on the right track.

"Party like it's 1999" indeed.

sorry, substitute "wear" with "where" in that last paragraph.

I was at my friend's parent's house and I was drunk.
Suddenly I felt that I had to throw up but the bathroom was occupied
so I vomited all over the living room floor.

I once got sick into a skip. Suddenly I realised that everything had gone out of focus.

"Ohmigod! I'm going blind! Help!"

"No, Dirty Vicar, actually your glasses have just fallen off. Into the skip. Where you have just been sick".

Many years ago. For some reason tequilia and orange juice made sense at the time (the thought of it still makes me queazy), so I'm in the basement of the party and the room is starting to spin. I'm sort of mid-conversation with someone, he's talking, when all of a sudden I turn my head behind the couch and proceed to empty out my gut. The person looks at me askew for a beat and then walks upstairs. A friend of mine was alerted and was nice enough to help me out. But the worst was that the person who was having the party stored some of her paintings behind the couch... hahahaha... and in my stupor I sez, "No, it will make them better...." thinking of that modern art vivisected cow and whatnot.

That and vomiting out of a moving car on my birthday two years ago (a friend was driving). Classic!

In the mid 90's, after a little bit of drinking, going home on a bus on a Saturday night, completely packed. Buses always make me feel sick, and this was no exception. The only thing I was carrying was a Beach Boys CD. So I did the natural thing, opened up the CD and was sick inside it. I was so embarressed I kept my head down and eyes closed until my stop.

When I was 6 years old, I was sick on the platform next to the doors of the bus, so everyone who got on/off had to jump over it. But i'm pretty proud of that one.

Nothing terribly entertaining, but back in my late teens when I drank a lot I had an alarming tendency to feel peckish after spending all night in the pub, and for some reason chocolate always seemed like the best idea. It never was.

last time i threw up all that came out was hardly-even-chewed peanuts & what looked like coffee grounds. it was really gross.

altho' not "humiliating", sorry, wrong thread

Here's a non-booze-related vomiting experience:
(Some background first: I work as a home health aide, and I have a patient who I bathe and put to bed every night.)

A week or so ago, I was driving to that patient's house and I started coughing. It got worse and worse while I was there--I was coughing so hard that I could just about feel my larynx ripping apart. (I had to keep telling him and his wife, "No, I'm not sick! I'm not going to make you sick, I promise you!") Finally, I was stepping into my car afterwards and I suddenly threw up, without warning or nausea, onto the sidewalk. On the way home, I threw up a few more times, also without nausea or feeling bad afterwards. It was just like it was just flowing out of me. I was coughing a day or two afterwards (no more vomiting, though), and now I feel fine. I still don't know what happened.

Once I managed to throw up out the window of a minicab without a) the driver noticing and b) leaving any trace on the vehicle. I've no idea how I managed it, maybe aliens abducted my vom.

A friend witnessed someone attempting to puke throw the tiny ventilation window on a train - only for the speed of the train to conspire to project all her vom back into the carriage and all over her friends.

Mine is too humilating to repeat on the internet, but I top all of you.

As a side offering: my friend Camilla once threw up at the bottom of a tube escalator, slipped in it and, due to the motion of the escalator, being very drunk and very high heels, could not get up. She just kept going round in her own vomit. This being London, people just stepped over her.

when i first met two friends we were driving through the city after quite a hard night's drinking. i'd drunk heaps because i was trying to keep up with two boys, but i knew it was a mistake the minute i set foot in the car. i was sitting there rigorously containing my nausea but after a while my mouth was flooded with thin saliva and it was clear i was going to have to spew. i managed to say "STOP THE CAR", clambered out and vomited very publicly all over the sculpture outside greater union. i was quite disoriented and once i'd finished i couldn't see my new friends' car anywhere! i thought they'd abandoned me, the horrible vomiter, so i started walking off in the opposite direction to the train station. they did eventually catch up.

I was on a trip to Austria with the high school jazz band. First night we were out on the town some colleagues and I immediately found a bar and got loaded. A lot of the younger guys didn't find the strength to finish their beers, so I did it for them. Along with some tequila drinks and who knows what else. I made it home and made it to bed all right, then at about 2am I started throwing up everything, unstoppably, violently, all over the place. I managed to clean up the bathroom decently and made it to breakfast the next morning, where a glass of orange juice promptly brought on violent nausea again, in front of a band director and several others. I had given myself alcohol poisoning on my first night at a bar. I continued to vomit at the slightest provocation for the next three days or so. The trip was only a week long. Vomiting on the bus, vomiting into a urinal, vomiting into a ziploc bag - oh yes.

I have several other amusing tales of regurgitation from college (out the window, on the bed, at parties) and language training (at the bar, outside the bar, stop the taxi I have to urk, I'll be subtle and puke in this trashcan, just one moment while I hide my head under the table and make revolting noises) but that one crowns them all. Strangely enough since coming to MD I've only yarfed on two occasions, neither of which involved mixing booze (my old standby).

I have never had the pleasure of sitting in my own bile, however. That's a winner.

I puked on a biker. Or so my mom says.

You see, I get carsick very very easily. A five-minute drive through moderately hilly roads or stop-and-start traffic can give me a sickening headache. During one multi-hour car-ride from Long Island to West Massachusetts, I sat in the back of the car -- the back of the car being much worse than the front when it come to experiencing motion sickness -- because my older brother would turn into an obnoxious (and potentially dangerous) little shit if not given the front seat all to himself. So I gradually got more and more naseauous until I couldn't keep it down any longer. So I opened the car window and threw up not once but twice when the car was in motion, and on a highway at that.

I'm convinced my mom completey made this up, but she says that the puke landed on a guy riding a hog. She says he rode up to the window, took a look at the kids in the car, and then retreated, once he figured out whoever puked on him didn't do so on purpose.

earlier this year i went to this party, planning to get a bit pissed on this bottle of johnny walker that i had been given for my birthday. my friend was there and i had decided that i kinda
*liked* him and wanted to pounce upon his person and drag him back to my house where he was staying anyhow but in the spare room. so i drank this whiskey and then smoked some pot .i got real sick. my friend who is also a real sweet man drove me home but i was puking outta the window of his vehicle the whole trip . then he went back to the party while i quietly expired ...

Okay, now I don't feel so bad. And I can't stop laughing.

Another bad vacation experience: five years old at a very nice hotel in Florida with an absolutely fucking enormous playground for kids. In the space of about two minutes, I get on those kid-powered merry-go-rounds, go around and around and around and get incredibly terrifyingly nauseous, my sense of direction so shot that I can't figure out how to get off until I'm thrown off, my face plunging directly into the sand pit, I get up, stagger off a few steps and then sponataneously puke up food and sand on the sidewalk.

People were walking over the stain for days afterwards.