As everyone's sharing their pukey tales, this feels on brand.
I started a new job a few years back and had only been there a couple of months when office Christmas party time rolled around. Obviously I joined in the drinking with merry abandon, downing many, many, many glasses of red wine. We eventually left the pub and headed to one of my colleague's friend's house (someone I'd never met before — or since!), at which point the booze started to catch up with me and I began to feel a bit woozy. Went in search of a toilet but found a bedroom instead and proceeded to throw up red wine all over her white bedsheets
![Nauseated face :nauseated_face: 🤢](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/gh/joypixels/emoji-assets@5.0/png/64/1f922.png)
Very few memories after that other than trying to scrub the stains out with my woolly hat (cream-coloured, since consigned to the bin). I can't imagine how raging I'd be if a stranger came to my house and threw up on my bed?!