It was my friend Bill's 21st birthday. Before going downtown, us underagers drank at his place. We were all really drunk. Two of my roommates who had to work the next day took the initiative to the designated drivers. So nice of them! We got a ride downtown and partied all night. First we hit Bar Orlando. You can dance on top of the bar tops. I got up there and started to bust a move. Well, my clumsy drunk butt couldn't control its balance. I started slipping. I grabbed onto the closest and sturdiest thing....my friend Jen. We both went crashing down onto the floor. Jen had a skirt on. The skirt had lifted during her fall to the ground. Her pale butt was displayed to the crowd of onlookers. Luckily, we were ok and were not hurt besides bruised ego.
We went from club to club that night watching Bill take one drink after another. My friend, Chris, told us at one bar that he was going to take Bill outside to get fresh air. Well, Chris ends up losing Bill in downtown Orlando. We looked everywhere for him! We found him at some nearby bar with his face pressed against a window making fish faces at us. Bill pounds a few more drinks at that bar. "You should probably quit now," I told him. Bill said, "It's my 21st. You never quit on your 21st!"
We take him into this other club. By then, Bill couldn't even stand on his own. We decided that we'd only spend a few minutes there and then take him home. There were these couches in front of the bar. Bill sat down on the couch next to this really pretty girl. "What's wrong with him?" she asked me. Bill had the most dumbfounded look on his face. "It's his 21st and he drank a little too much," I told her. She started rubbing his back and saying stuff like "Oh...you poor thing". If Bill was coherent, he would've enjoyed having a pretty girl rubbing his shoulders. So, Bill's friends decided he was in good hands. A couple of the guys went to hit the dance floor. I went to go use the bathroom. "Is it ok if I leave him here with you for a few minutes?" I asked the girl. She told me it was no problem. As I was walking out of the bathroom five minutes later, I heard this loud and piercing shriek. The pretty girl ran into the bathroom covered in Bill's vomit. Bill had his head and hands and kept whimpering, "I f%^ed up, man. She'll never sleep with me now." We took him home promptly.
On the way home, he told my roommate, "PULL OVER!" He got out of the car but nothing but dry heeves came up. He got back in. All the sudden, Bill threw up all over my roomie's new Toyota 4 Runner. The smell did not clear out for two weeks.