The Rest of the Story

9CFF658F-867A-4304-B2A2-15147AFDC6E9In case you’re not familiar with sloe gin, it’s a sweet, red, blackthorn — or sloe — plum flavored liqueur with a gin base. A sloe gin fizz is a cocktail made with sloe gin and club soda.

Why am I explaining this to you? Well, in a post the other day, I responded to this question: “What was the most embarrassing thing you have ever done while on a date?” with this answer: “Threw up all over her. (It’s a long story.)”

Several people who read my answer expressed an interest in hearing the story. So here it is, and it involves sloe gin fizzes.

My best friend Pat and I were seniors in high school. He lived down the street from me and was dating Charlotte, who had a younger sister, Cheryl. Charlotte was a looker, so when Pat asked me to go on a double date with Charlotte and Cheryl, I didn’t hesitate for a second.

Cheryl, a year younger than Charlotte, was a knockout, with long, flowing, light brown hair, huge doe-eyes that you could get lost in, a pouty mouth with full, juicy lips, and oh, that body of hers!

The four of us went out to dinner at an Italian joint, but because we were under-age, we couldn’t have any alcohol with dinner. No worries, though. Charlotte’s favorite drink was the sloe gin fizz, and Pat had somehow managed to acquire a fifth of sloe gin. The plan was to, shall we say, loosen up the sisters a bit with the cocktails. Although I’d never even heard of sloe gin before that night, Pat assured me that it “works” and that we were going to both get lucky!

Pat’s parents were conveniently out of town for the weekend, so after dinner the four of us went back to Pat’s house to, um, hang out. We headed downstairs to the recreation room and Pat mixed us each a sloe gin fizz, adding a little extra dash of sloe gin in the girls’ drinks.

He put some LPs on the turntable and the four of us were drinking and talking and cuddling. Well, the four of us weren’t cuddling. He was cuddling with Charlotte and I was cuddling with Cheryl.

It didn’t take long before the small talk stopped and the making out started. Pat would periodically stop kissing Charlotte long enough to mix some more sloe gin fizzes.

After a few more cocktails and a lot of serious making out, Pat and Charlotte got up and left the room. As he passed by, Pat whispered to me that his parents’ bedroom was “available.”

Being the suave, sophisticated guy that I was, I suggested to Cheryl that we check out the king-sized bed in Pat’s parents’ room. She smiled as we headed to what I was sure was going to be the closest thing to paradise I’d ever experienced. Did I tell you that she was a knockout?

Pat’s parents’ bedroom was painted in some sort of dusty rose color. A white, tufted bedspread covered the king-sized mattress. There were long, white draperies over the windows and white shag carpeting on the floor. Hey, it was the 60s, okay?

Once in the bedroom, Cheryl sat demurely at the foot of the bed and I essentially jumped her. We were going at it hot and heavy, layers of clothing tossed aside until we were both down to our skivvies. Everything was going better than I could possibly have imagined.

Paradise lost

Maybe it was my being unaccustomed to consuming vast quantities of sloe gin, coupled with the sexual excitement I was feeling, but suddenly and without warning I was throwing up all over the place.

The stuff spewing from my mouth was very red. I threw up all over Cheryl and all over the white bedspread. As I got up and ran to the bathroom, it just kept coming out, leaving a bright red trail on the white shag rug from the bed to the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, I flipped open the toilet seat lid and filled the bowl with a stream of red liquid mixed with traces of yet undigested veal parmesan and spaghetti in marinara sauce.

And then, my arms wrapped around the porcelain goddess, I passed out on the bathroom floor.

Cheryl was livid. She burst into Pat’s bedroom and interrupted what was about to be a consummating moment between Pat and Charlotte. Cheryl demanded that Pat drive the two of them home that instant.

Pat was not a happy camper the next morning when he walked into the master bathroom and woke me up. Once I could focus my eyes, I saw what looked as if some horrific homicide had occurred in Pat’s parents’ bedroom. The red residue from the sloe gin that I had heaved up resembled a blood splattered crime scene one might see on a “Criminal Minds” episode.

I knew that there was no way we could clean up that mess before his parents got home. And even after we washed the bedspread, the sheets, and the towels, the pure white shag carpet was pretty much a lost cause.

That was the last time I drank sloe gin. That was my last — and only — date with Cheryl. That was the last time Pat’s parents allowed me in their home.

It was a memorable night!

12 thoughts on “The Rest of the Story

      • Sadje October 30, 2018 / 8:39 am

        Probably you won’t forget it ( ever). But a valuable lesson for all times to come.

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  1. Tina Stewart Brakebill October 30, 2018 / 12:44 pm

    Aaah memories. I also have a sloe gin senior year vomiting story. But it was a classmate’s white bathroom and my own front door. Never again! 🤡

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  2. Marleen October 30, 2018 / 2:47 pm

    I want one — just one.

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  3. Sight11 October 30, 2018 / 4:44 pm

    So did your parents found out about your red creation?

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    • Fandango October 30, 2018 / 7:22 pm

      I don’t know, but I suspect so. They never said anything to me, though.

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  4. leigha66 November 6, 2018 / 5:10 pm

    I liked sloe gin fizzes… but I never drank to excess with them. I imagine they would stain things really well. Did Pat get in trouble too?

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    • Fandango November 6, 2018 / 6:26 pm

      Oh yes. We were both in the doghouse.


  5. dawnbirdau March 31, 2019 / 4:37 am

    I just came across this post. I haven’t laughed so hard in a long time!

    Liked by 1 person

    • Fandango March 31, 2019 / 7:30 am

      I’m glad you enjoyed it.


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