Not throwing up

[Chris87]

Sometimes you get that flash of random nausea

I find that if you STOP thinking and concentrate on the feel/sensation of breathing through your nose, the spell will ease off and go away. Saved me a few times.

[felinamojokitty]

Sometimes you get that flash of random nausea

I find that if you STOP thinking and concentrate on the feel/sensation of breathing through your nose, the spell will ease off and go away. Saved me a few times.

this is a random response..

for some reason the older i get the weaker my gag reflex gets.. flossing my teeth with the butler tool and the 2 minute sonic care brush..and the taste of mint just sets it off..
i may be one of the few who does not like mint..

as far as drinking?? only time i get the heaves of puke is when allergy drainage combines with alcohol..on random times..usually after mowing the yard and breathing in dust and stirred up pollen..

regular alcohol does nothing i drink alot of h2o and am fine..

[mormonholocaust]

I'm a fan of the controlled vomit; get drunk, get on the road to dizzy, visit the vomitory, and return to drink. In my opinion, you aren't doing serious drinking unless you're willing to vomit once in a while.

[ThirstyDrunk]

Stand up straight, don't talk, keep smiling, swallow alot, and find a secluded place to barf.
then return to your previouos activity.

[kowalski]

I agree that it's better to just throw up in the toilet and carry on drinking. If you keep trying to hold it, eventually you will be sick all over the dancefloor or some girl and that's never fun...

[slipperyyoke]

The secret to not puking is to successfully get past the "spins" stage of drunkenness. When this stage is eminent you must forge forward until you pass it and the only stage left is pass out/blackout/sleep.

Cheers!

[GetDrunkStayDrunk]

I usually only fight vomiting if I'm say, three beers in and can safely say it's not a large amount of alcohol fighting me. Something just isn't sitting right at that moment, and I know it will pass.


And of course if I'm in the middle of a crowded place, or around people not very accepting of it, I hold it till I make it to the bathroom.

[Chris87]

well id want to keep it down if i just had a lot at once

puking is traumatizing to me and I only do it if i have prolonged (5 mins or more) of feeling sick. That usually happens if i've been drinking a lot over a long period of time.

[Rip Rufus]

I usually only fight vomiting if I'm say, three beers in and can safely say it's not a large amount of alcohol fighting me. Something just isn't sitting right at that moment, and I know it will pass.


And of course if I'm in the middle of a crowded place, or around people not very accepting of it, I hold it till I make it to the bathroom.

Sometimes a shot or a differnt type of beer won't sit well, and needs to come back up. It happens. Most of the time, I am able to evacuate the offending drink, and then get right back up on the horse. The old "Boot & Rally".

[coqui_chris]

I had an old roommate that would just up and boot all the time.
There we are, sitting around in our living room, watching tv, house full of girls, waiting to catch cabs to a party. There he is, sitting in a chair in front of the doorway to the porch, when all of a sudden, he just leans over to his left and out it comes.
All the girls go, "Ewwwwwwwww!"
"Dude!" I say.
"Aw man," he said. "I dunno ..."
I go into the kitchen to get paper towels. He comes in after me.
"Dude, what just happened?" I say.
"I dunno ..." he says, and then he leans closer to me, "Uhhh, hey ... Do you think I still have a chance with any of the ..."
I put my hand on his shoulder, "My advice to you," I said, "is to keep drinking ... and try to meet a strange girl at the party!"

And then there was his 21st birthday, walking down 2nd Street passing the preppy Tiki Bob's, all the stuck up girls out front looking their dolled up best, and he lets go a rainbow of colors for each of the different exotic shots people kept buying him all night.

But the best. There we are at one of the most iconic dive bars in Center City, McGlinchey's, a place we frequented, and we're doing the whole shot array, shots there being under $3, even for the top end stuff.
We're running the gamut of Irish Whiskeys.
We do the Powers ...
We do the Jameson ...
Then its time for the Tullamore Dew ...
He puts back his shot, puts the glass down on the bar, takes a sip of beer, and then ...
All over the bar. I'm talking everywhere.
The surly bartender is flabbergasted.
"What happened?"
"Uhhh ... I dunno ..." he says again.
"Get him out of here," the bartender tells us.
I stay and wipe up the puke with our friend Qdawg with a big pile of napkins that the bartender tossed us.
"Look, man, we're really sorry for our friend," we tell him.
"I just wanna know what happened?" he said, completely perplexed.

I dunno, man. Some people.

[Sleestack]

I had an old roommate that would just up and boot all the time.
There we are, sitting around in our living room, watching tv, house full of girls, waiting to catch cabs to a party. There he is, sitting in a chair in front of the doorway to the porch, when all of a sudden, he just leans over to his left and out it comes.
All the girls go, "Ewwwwwwwww!"
"Dude!" I say.
"Aw man," he said. "I dunno ..."
I go into the kitchen to get paper towels. He comes in after me.
"Dude, what just happened?" I say.
"I dunno ..." he says, and then he leans closer to me, "Uhhh, hey ... Do you think I still have a chance with any of the ..."
I put my hand on his shoulder, "My advice to you," I said, "is to keep drinking ... and try to meet a strange girl at the party!"

And then there was his 21st birthday, walking down 2nd Street passing the preppy Tiki Bob's, all the stuck up girls out front looking their dolled up best, and he lets go a rainbow of colors for each of the different exotic shots people kept buying him all night.

But the best. There we are at one of the most iconic dive bars in Center City, McGlinchey's, a place we frequented, and we're doing the whole shot array, shots there being under $3, even for the top end stuff.
We're running the gamut of Irish Whiskeys.
We do the Powers ...
We do the Jameson ...
Then its time for the Tullamore Dew ...
He puts back his shot, puts the glass down on the bar, takes a sip of beer, and then ...
All over the bar. I'm talking everywhere.
The surly bartender is flabbergasted.
"What happened?"
"Uhhh ... I dunno ..." he says again.
"Get him out of here," the bartender tells us.
I stay and wipe up the puke with our friend Qdawg with a big pile of napkins that the bartender tossed us.
"Look, man, we're really sorry for our friend," we tell him.
"I just wanna know what happened?" he said, completely perplexed.

I dunno, man. Some people.

Sounds like a cut scene from Family Guy...

"Reminds me of the time I kept puking everywhere...." cuts to a scene of Peter puking on the bar and a cartoony coqui_chris saying "dude, what just happened?!?" Peter says "Uhhh ... I dunno ..." then funny music plays and everybody laughs.

[cornbread714]

It hardly ever happens to me, but I shit you not, just the other night, Sunday it was...

I had just finished an early evening gig with peetie44 and another Cali Bluesman in Hoogeveen, North Holland.
It was a nice little club, they had Guinness on tap and a fine selection of single malts. I had been hitting on both steadily, before and throughout the show. I knew I didn't have to drive, so I was having my fun. I had a solid buzz, about 3 pints o' Guinness and about the same number of freely poured Lagavulins. I was talking to some ladies outside the club when peetie's manager handed me another Laggy, and I poured it down a little too quickly. I start feeling the tell-tale signs of imminent upheaval: sweating, saliva glands working overtime, stomach contracting involuntarily, etc...
Peetie happens to walk up then, and of all things, starts talking about MDF. I thought I might have to excuse myself and find a good discreet puking spot, but managed to fight off the urge. Half an hour later I'm drinking in some other bar with these 2 crazy Dutch women and I end up making out with one, nausea forgotten.
I'm not sure what the moral of this story is, except that: I DIDN'T THROW UP

[Cowboy Joe]

I go back and forth. Some nights when I'm rolling good it's puke, and then gin it up again. Other times, one epic spew will shut me down for the night. I don't puke that much, though, and I try to keep it that way.

[Slackjawd]

Puke and rally. It's the only honorable thing to do, even if you can only choke down one more beer. It shows mettle.

[ivan]

I'm not much of a puker. My body tends to hoard Bourbon, like a dragon sitting on coins. It ain't lettin' any go if it can help it.

But I do agree that, if you do vomit, you must have at least one more drink that night. It shows respect for the procedure.