Whats that smell?
Mar 21st, 2007 by Peter
Do you remember your first hangover?
I mean the first REALLY bad one. The one where you mixed way too much beer, liquor and wine and the next day you were punished for it. You were participant in a one day puke-aton and you won by miles. You wanted to die.
Do you remember the smell of the Spaghetti Bolognaise mixed with Southern Comfort, Vodka and red wine as it reappeared during your visit to the porcelain throne? That smell you just can’t shake and makes you gag when you get a whiff of vomit in all future.
Yes – that smell. Exactly the same smell penetrated my nostrils the other day when C said “Dinner is ready”. At first I couldn’t quite place it, and asked C what smelled so strange. She thought I was joking.
1 minute later I sank my teeth into a scrambled eggs thingy and that was the time I was presented with old memories of porcelain staring.
C bought a new bottle of strange Vietnamese gooey soy and rice stuff, and it really had a hint of puke in it’s smell and taste. I have kindly asked C to use it when she only cooks for herself. It brings back too many bad memories. C loves it, but I really can’t eat it. 99,9% of C’s food tastes excellent, but there are a few times, when China and Denmark is too far apart.
Here’s some pictures of the guilty bottle created by the good people at Hung Fat Trading (so many jokes come to mind but I resist).
I wonder what the secret ingredients are?
17 years old at the after party of my friend’s prom. I was her date. I was so annoyed that I got drunk because there was this really hot girl there who kept on eyeing me. I wanted to talk to her, but before I found the opportunity my stomach turned and I had to bolt for the exit. I just sat outside vomiting in the grass until a friend of mine drove me home. I slept on the throne that night.
It wasn’t until I was 23 before I puked that much again, and then it was only because of a combination of high altitude (Kunming) and travel weariness (about 3 days straight on a train). I had only had two beers!
Kev: Maybe your DNA just got Chinesed and the 2 beers was your new maximum :-)