How I met my husband.

by magnetoboldtoo

in ramblings

Was blog surfing and came across this by Shannon from Rocks in My Dryer and it got me reminiscing….. back to the night I met my husband.

I was out at a local club with my girls, and the freakshow flatmate that closely – and I mean closely – resembled the flatmate in Single White Female.  That movie freaked me out.  I nearly passed out in the cinema when I saw it, almost everything up to the heel-in-the-head scene happened in the 4 months I lived with that freaky psycho Jodie.  Yes that is her real name, I only protect the names of the un-psychotic that didn’t steal my favourite dress and then wear it 3 weeks later to my friends party that she crashed.

Anyway, we were having a wonderful time when feral flatmate was feeling ill.  I took her outside to get some fresh air, like the wonderful friend that I am :) Well she was really really ill.  Really.

As I was holding her hair back as she released the contents of her stomach into the gutter a guy swaggered into my sights wearing a long black coat.  MMMM, me thought, nice.

He came to talk to me while Jodie continued to wretch and then try and pick up a couple of guys standing nearby.  My daughters have a wonderful word for girls like her.  Slurry.  Perfect.

Years later my then DH and I were talking about when we first met and he said

‘Gotta love a woman who will hold up a friends hair while they vomit’

I hope I have more redeeming features than that.  But if you ever need me, I’ll be there but can I have a couple of vodkas first?

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{ 6 comments }

1 Diesel September 15, 2007 at 2:31 am

Don’t underestimate the value of holding someone’s hair when they vomit. There are only 3 kinds of people in the world: The vomiters, the holders, and the people who try to get away as quickly as possible.

2 magnetobold September 15, 2007 at 6:41 pm

Oh I can think of another 3.
The sympathy vomitters. You really don’t want them to be holding back your hair!
Those that stand there and laugh loudly and shout ‘Out the nose! Out the nose!’
and those that try and examine the contents to discern what was eaten in the last 24hours.

3 Rebecca April 30, 2008 at 12:12 am

Psst… feel free to add this to the Mister Linky at my site: http://www.ramblingsbyreba.com. :)

4 Babyamore (Trish) May 1, 2008 at 2:07 am

what a sweet story …I want to know how you went from vomit to years later …got me intrigued.

5 Rebecca May 1, 2008 at 7:26 am

That IS a great story. Thanks for sharing with us!

6 Al_Pal May 2, 2008 at 8:59 pm

Great story! ;D

I was blog surfing and saw your comment at Sarcastic Mom. ;p

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