I was the second person to throw up on the stairs of Fridays.
The first person threw up on my shoes.
The Background (in case you're interested)
#1 I can remember the date, weather, movie and seat row of the time I first touched a boob but I can't remember her name.
Sunday, September 23rd 1982. The 6:30pm session of Star Trek - The Wrath of Khan at the Birch Carrol and Coyle cinema on Albert Street. It was a rainy day but I didn't carry an umbrella because I thought it wouldn't look cool. And her name was...I want to say Sarah... Samantha... Sally... It started with an S... or maybe a K... Kelly, Karla...
Oh the bra had was a five hook number that required both hands to undo.
#2 The skeleton in my family's closet was called Ahmed.
When Da was in 3rd year uni (and I was a toddler), he had a human skeleton on loan from the anatomy lab. We called him Ahmed (before plastic skeletons a lot used to come from Pakistan) and he wore a beanie. It was returned at the end of semester in a slightly worse condition after Max the Corgi chewed his feet.
#3 I was the first person to vomit down the stairs of Fridays (first yuppie bar in Brisbane)
As noted above, my regurgitation was not first by a matter of seconds.
Fridays was having their official opening on a Friday (funny enough) but was open the night before to test their systems and offered 30 cent cocktails. This was 1986 (shut up) . Dodging final school exams, a bunch of us went there and got a little legless. Negotiating the stairs, a friend J. heaved and I heaved in response. Tip for the ladies - open toe shoes can be a risk if you drink in mixed company.
#4 I never got a special massage in all my years of living in Asia.
Scuzzy! Who thought this was false? D'Jen, Sarah, Witty and Chris, I'm looking in your direction.
#5 I once broke up with a girl and a week later asked her "Do you mind if I give your (identical twin) sister a call?"
Yeah. Ok. Not my finest moment but I didn't mean it 'like that'. I was friends with her sister.
I am not now.