Ah yes, back to the awkward moment. After returning to Hélène's from our walking around Cambridge, there was a big BBQ at her house. She has a quaint little gated garden behind the house. There, she set up disposable BBQ's, which I had no idea even existed! There were probably about 25 people there from all over, and we had a wonderful time. When it was late enough that we were probably annoying the neighbors, we left and went to a club. Now by this point Lola had been speaking with a rather cute French guy, and what vacation is without a French man? The club was nice, although rather loud so we left and went to another bar. Things were going quite nicely, and Lola was quite enjoying herself with this French guy, when all of a sudden she was caught unawares by a run-by puking. Some arsehole, most likely on his way to the bathroom, essentially puked down the front of Lola's shirt. Making a mad dash to the loo, rather afraid that she might follow suit and yark all over the place, she stood topless in the ladies' room, trying desperately not to be ill while Hélène washed her shirt in the sink. Not the highlight of the day, I'm afraid. To put a rancid icing on this fanfuckintastic cake, things went less than smoothly when, later in the evening, Lola tried to kiss aforementioned Frenchman. Less than stellar, with his explanation that he was sorry, he was just too drunk. By that point, Lola quite wished she herself was also drunk.
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