Backstreet Boys and a Furby

Certain critics are suggesting that Puke Week is immature, repetitive, and stupid. To that I say yes, yes and yes. Thanks for the advice, Oliver Obvious. Now with that out of the way...

Today's headliner is Jillian. She's a sporadic contributor to The Churning who, like many young ladies growing up in the 90's, had a huge crush on The Backstreet Boys. The obsession was so serious that it tied her stomach in knots.

I think this is my most traumatic vomit story to date:
When I was in 6th grade, my mom surprised me on Christmas with skybox new years backstreet boys tickets and a furby. My life was complete. The thing is, I've always had a thing about getting way too excited about pretty much everything, so the night of the backstreet boys concert, I got so excited I made myself sick. Literally.

We were standing in line for the skybox with all of these other young girls and teenagers and everyone was so super excited. When we were walking up the narrow stairs to the arena, I was so excited that I kept jumping up and down. Somehow that movement upset my little belly and I spewed all over the stairs, the feet of the people in front of me, and the entire path that people had to walk over to get to the backstreet boys.

It was lucky that we had a skybox with its own bathroom because I continued to puke the entire night (and nobody would talk to me). I still relate traumatic vomit with BSB.