During my blog reading today I came across a list of How not to blog by Metro Dad while guest posting on TheZeroBoss. In the comments section one commenter wrote, ‘No explicit discussion of bodily functions.’ Well that’s just like waving a red flag to me to blog about something like this. And what better place to start than from the ‘Regurgitate’ post on Sarsaparilla.
A summary of this post by Meredith on Sarsaparilla said that when she was 15 she went to the Crystal Ballroom in St Kilda to see Nick Cave. He was very under the influence of something and while singing leaned over the stage and vomited on her. She became a minor celebrity that night because Nick Cave had vomited on her. Now I would tell that story because of the Nick Cave element alone, and she invited us to share our stories.
So I did:
‘When I lived in London I went to a party in Brixton. I had too much to drink and needed to throw up. I knew I wouldn’t make it to the toilet, and I couldn’t get out or find a back door, so I vomited in a pot plant. Luckily nobody saw me (I don’t think).
Not wanting to anyone to see the evidence, I buried it under the dirt of the potplant, leaving the potplant as though it hadn’t been touched. Then I had to go find the bathroom to wash my hands.’
It’s a bit gross I know (if you’ve made it this far) but I wonder how often this type of thing comes up in conversations with (usually) close friends. I know I’ve told my story to some people and I’ve listened to their stories with oohs and omigod’s in the particularly gross or funny parts.
Let’s face it, you can’t control when you might throw up, even if you have suffered from morning sickness while pregnant. I became pregnant while in London and was too scared to catch the tube because I didn’t want to subject people to see what I’d recently had to eat. So I’d catch the bus and sit near an exit with my hand poised over the stop button.
Back to my original point about not blogging about bodily functions. Well I’ve just done it and I’ve started at the top end. I don’t think I’m gross enough to travel down the intestinal system to talk about the other end but I have been involved in conversations, particularly with others who’ve travelled in the third world, about just that.
