Christmas holidays last year. Drank three bottles of ultracheap Quebec red wine with a ladyfriend of mine from my teen years. She drank little so I imbibed most of it, then we had pizza and went to bed around 5am. My dad came to fetch me at 9am and it was snowing like crazy. He had the heat way up inside his Sable and I was feeling queazy. Highway trip from Quebec City to the suburb where my parents now live takes about 20-25 minutes. We were just a couple of minutes from home when we went downhill and took the last sharp turn before entering the village. I placed my tuque over my mouth and exploded into it. It still sprayed all over me and the glove compartment and passenger door.
Dad was angry but I did not get a scolding like when I was a teen. He cleaned the car while I spent the next few hours inverting myself over the porcelain goddess. Couple of days later we went to my sister's place for the New Year family dinner and I had just a couple of Maudites (beer).
Just writing this I feel like I can still smell the cheesy vino vomit that sprayed through my nostrils. Yuck.