I threw up during an Idlewild concert. I then had the cheek to lecture the staff on the state of their establishment. The real annoyance was that it was during 'These Wooden Ideas' which stands as one of my favourite songs, but I had to miss it to clean myself up.

Doesn't quite beat Funky Cold Medina though.

I dunno, greggoir, that's pretty awesome. Roddy certainly would have applauded your cheekiness.

You didn't miss "Shapes" did you?

I have yet to return to the Baranoff for fear of being sober and realizing the actual state of that bathroom. Ah, those crazy Tuesday nights. That place is the home of the strong pour!

Oh! Getting sick during Idlewild is monumentous indeed! I hope Roddy didn't take it personally...

Also, in keeping with our Monday theme, my cat just obliged me by puking all over the kitchen floor. I guess I asked for it...

my friends and i decided it would be in our best interest to each drink a liter of franzia, and some malibu, then head to the bar for mardi gras. i had about 4 sips of my beer and decided to sit for awhile (bad idea.) i ended up yarfing all over a table right there in front of all the partiers. at least i was a courteous drunk, and immediately went to the bathroom for paper towels to clean up my mess. didn't go back in there for 6 months.
franzia = never again.

Dave Matthews Band in sunny Arizona, probably 5 years ago. I was laying on the lawn and couldn't actually manage to get up so I just turned my head and let it go. Kept myself fairly clean so I felt proud. Lesson learned, don't start drinking at 11:00 AM in the dead of summer and expect to continue drinking all day long and into the night with out incident, especially when it's 100+ degrees. I got some water and some nachos and then had another beer, got to get back on that horse.

imaginarycandary, never say never to the World's Most Popular Wine™.
I didn't miss 'Shapes' nor did I miss their fantastic cover of 'I Wanna Be Sedated'. Yes, I'm sure Roddy was left emotionally unscathed from the incident, however, I'm sure he was upset when someone kept hurling abuse about his hair.

I'm stealing one of my sister's stories:

She was at a meat market college bar in Mt. Pleasant, Michigan (Central Michigan University) when she looked over at the table next to her and some guy was quietly puking into his empty 16oz beer pint. When he looked up and saw her watching him in disgust, he put his fingers up to his mouth in a "shhh" face and then got up and left the pukey pint at the table.

Pure class.

Oh -- was it the new Roddy with long hair? I don't like that look one bit. It is like he is trying to be in the Thrills? Bleh. I thought he was a poet, not a surfer.

I barfed (in the bathroom, on target in the toilet, no spillage) at the Crocodile right before a Small Factory show in about 1994. I wasn't even that drunk. I think their beer was bad; I had only had three of them. I remember being worried that I was going to miss them; they were my favorite band from back in Providence, RI and I hadn't seen them since I left the northeast. I found out afterwards that Alex, the bass player and singer, had heard me calling for Ralph.

I watched a friend of mine drink an entire bottle of Canadian whisky, made into ice cream floats with an entire half gallon of Neapolitan ice cream, in the blazing hot parking lot of the Eugene football stadium, waiting to get in to see Eddie Money, the Outlaws, and the Grateful Dead (hey, it was the 70s), then pass out, then share the contents of his stomach with the other 50,000 people waiting with us. I think he was actually expressing his distaste for the Dead.

I was once working in a restaurant/coffeehouse (not a bar, but we served beer in bottles) on St. Patrick's Day when a regular customer, who ironically looked just like a leprechaun (very short, very fat, ginger chin beard all the way around, plus that day he was wearing a green plastic bowler hat) came in drunk off his ass and ordered a beer. He went and sat down next to some folks playing chess, and was annoying them, and when I went to tap him on the shoulder to ask him to leave, he turned and grakked corned beef and green beer all down the front of my clothes. White clothes. No apron. Two hours later I was done mopping and washing my clothes in the dishwashing sink (standing there naked in the kitchen), and I had to wear stinking, wrung-out wet clothes the rest of my shift, as we were short-handed. That was the best day ever.

Why do I think that wasn't the first time you were standing naked in a commercial-grade kitchen washing your clothes out?

Tim Hanken, I totally understand — a Dave Matthews concert would make me hurl too.

Yeah, Thrills-Roddy. So it was Idlewild minus decent hair minus Bob Fairfoull, damn good show. Ahhh, the Thrills. I didn't throw up when I saw them. They were hardly surfers though.

I have never thrown up in a bar, but I did get thrown up on by some complete stranger at the Showbox a couple weeks ago. It was all I could do to keep myself from kicking the poor idiot to death. Ruined my night as I had to go directly home to shower and change. Fucking amateurs!

g: you're a true a survivor.

Fnarf: Eddie Money played with the Grateful Dead??? That has to the strangest/worst lineup I've ever heard of.

A whiskey ice cream float sounds kinda tasty...

My favorite puke tale, and thank goodness I was only a witness.

1999, SXSW Film Fest, Alamo Drafthouse. A half-hour before a screening, and folks are noshing on yummy pizza.

A loud, corpulent, ginger-haired and -bearded fellow two rows up from my party is causing a scene and eating like there's no tomorrow; each member of his crew seems to have a pitcher of beer to himself. Shortly before the film begins, the loudmouth vomits into his empty pitcher. Screening is delayed.

The Barfer? None other than Harry Knowles of Ain't It Cool News.

Oh my.

I forgot to mention my recent vomit story -- I missed Jarvis Cocker on April 30th cause an hour before the show, while hanging out with friends at Tacos Guaymas beforehand (unable to eat cause I felt too gross), I had to leave -- but not before getting violently sick on a tree in front of a nice Pioneer Square homeless guy (nothing he hasn't seen before, I'm sure).

But I wasn't drunk -- I had food poisoning. I'm not sure if that counts. But I sure was bummed to miss Jarvis!!

Late as always... Here's my favorite- many years past I was gettin' down on the dancefloor (cuz that's how I used to roll) when I had a "eureka" moment... that is, the sudden realisation I had an imminent need to visit the porcelain altar. I made it as far as the DJ booth, then discreetly "cut loose" into my hand, dropped "the package" to floor, wiped my hand off on a conveniently close chair back, and went back to the dancefloor. Not my finest hour.

That's *SO* rock 'n' roll.