I was out with my mates about a year ago and we went into a club with ridiculously heavy bass playing. I'd had about 7 pints of lager in fairly quick succession and was quite drunk. The bass in this club could probably be measured on the Richter scale and I could feel the vibrations move through my body, which after quite a bit to drink, wasn't good. It was stirring up the slosh inside me, and my body decided it was time to get rid of it.
I stumbled outside and was sick in my mouth. I managed to hold in the chunks, but this caused me to spray the regurgitated beer out (see:
Triple H) in front of a crowd of shrieking women. I apologised while spluttering the rest of the chunks on the pavement in front of the bouncers, who politely informed me they wouldn't be letting me back in.
I bought a kebab and went home. It was a good night.