I was a sleepaway counselor in Virginia some 20 years or so ago...
I had something going with the camp nurse, and finally convinced her to come into town with me and a bunch of counselors to the one and only bar in town...counselors got a night off perhaps once a week...8x per summer, so we got pretty wild.
She was hesitant because she was a bit shy and the camp counselors were a tough crowd. Anyway, she trusted me, and she came along. We got to the bar after the whole group was there, perhaps a dozen were off that night, sitting at a round wooden table, playing a beer name called "Quarters".
For those who don't know, "Quarters" is played as follows: The person whose turn it is, tries to bounce a quarter off the table and into the glass. With practice, it gets easier. But you must also never point to the person who you pick to drink after you get the quarter in, and you must also not curse, and there are a few other things that are prohibited..the idea being that as you get more durnk you WILL do these things out of habit, and you will be penalized by drinking MORE.
Anyway, because we got there late, and I had the nurse with me, I became the obvious target. The elbows were pointed at me, over and over again, and I drank a lot of beer in a very short period of time.
Suddenly, I had an out of body experience..it was like I saw myself from above through a haze, as my mouth opened up and a virtual geyser of beer-vomit was ejected forcefully from my mouth...all over the table...the beer glass...and of course the poor quarter. The chairs were all pushed back in unison by the camp counselors...who after a moment of shock and awe, started laughing...I pushed my own chair back..in shock, embarassement and drunken confusion, and staggered to the door, out to the parking lot where i continued my vomiting rampage.
She took me home, although I had to keep my head out the window...to keep my head clear and the car from smelling. I don't think I got a
goodnight. Sad
