All these puking posts have jogged my memory of an unsavory evening DW and I spent at
Disneyland, CA.
It was New Years Eve and the evening was fairly cool. Disneyland was packed with people counting down the year. A lot of young people in their tuxes and their girls in evening dresses made for a very festive atmosphere in the park. Unfortunately a good many of these young people had been drinking. Heavily drinking.
I had the brilliant idea of taking the monorail around to the Hotel to see what the crowds were like. But once there we decided to stay on. Five young people entered our monorail car. Two young men in tuxes and three lovely ladies in their evening dresses. All the windows were up and at that time you couldn't roll them down even if you wanted to. The importance of this simple fact will become evidident shortly. No sooner had the monorail left the station, one girl projectile vomited all over the door and it's window. She and her comrades were drunk to the gills. She quickly passed into unconciousness as she continued to puke on herself. I was amazed that she was still sitting up after all the bourbon she puked up. And soon two of her other friends were likewise vomiting. I believe that before our vomit train reached the Tommorowland Station half our compartment was puking and the girl who started it all had her strapless dress slip down so her "superstructure" was exposed. That poor girl.
Oh yes, how did I know it was bourbon? From the distinctive smell that permeated every square inch of the monorail car. All the windows were up and there was no escape from that acrid stench. We were trapped like rats on a little board awash in a great sea of vomit.
DW and I vowed never ever to do Disneyland on New Years Eve again!