Cecil B. from Idle Rantings has another Puke Week story to help us close out this horrendous blog event. You’ll remember Cecil B. from his submission earlier in the week - a two sentence puke poem about barfing from 15 stories onto a Korean sidewalk.

This second entry also takes place in the Land of the Morning Calm. Only this time, we weren’t spared the horrific details.

In Korea they have these karaoke type rooms that are open seemingly 24 hours a day; you don’t enter them until about 5:30, and you don’t leave until well into the morning. It’s typical when at these places of business to take shots of Soju, a nasty Korean drink that tastes and smells like isopropyl alcohol: rubbing alcohol. I attended one of these bars once, and I had my fill.

I had been on a twelve hour binge and really didn’t need to take shots, but alas, I did. The room was full of my friends, Korean and foreigners alike. I wasn’t feeling well, and I knew I was going to vomit soon. I just had to find a graceful way to exit. Unfortunately that graceful moment never came and I had to scuttle out right after a shot of Soju. It didn’t go down right, and it was on it’s way back up. I stood up on the couch, walked over a girl, stumbled off the arm of the couch and plowed through the door like an ether inflicted addict. The vomit was bubbling up as I tried to swallow it down and make it out the door of the complex. I couldn’t just boot on shiny black tile floors. Sadly my gag reflex is slightly stronger than my stomach and a few drops shot out of my mouth projectile style spraying the floor.

Thankfully it was a short walk out of the building. The moment I walked outside I wretched all over the sidewalk. It was then that I realized it was about eight in the morning and people were going to work. There I was: a disrespectful foreigner vomiting on the sidewalk as suits strode by with their leather breifcases and tacky square toed shoes giving me the evil eye. Quickly I tried to hold it and ran into the slummiest apartment building I could find where I continued booting in their stairwell until I heard someone coming down the steps at which point I simply ran out of the building, sucked it up, and got in a cab. I woke up later that afternoon to find that my pants and shoes had been spattered with a coating of bile and booze.