Olivia, 22, Hull, England
“It was our first night in Miami, so we didn’t know what we were getting ourselves into. We’d gotten a flight from Boston, MA to Miami, FL for the third part of our travels. Our friend Chris, who we met at summer camp, lived in Miami and so he picked us up to the airport to take us to our hotel right three streets back from Miami Beach.
We got unpacked and Chris said he would take us out to show us a “great time” in Miami, only his “great time” left us $180 down on just two drinks. It was safe to say we were smashed.
We kept drinking those godforsaken drinks because we wanted our money’s worth, only they actually tasted rank, so regardless, it was going to be tough to finish. At the end of the night, we stumbled back to our hotel, and I fell fast asleep.
Only, I woke up in the middle of the night to go for a wee and I found a load of vomit all over the toilet and sink. I panicked because I couldn’t remember a thing, it could genuinely have been me who vommed and I couldn’t tell. So to hide embarrassment the next morning if he saw it and it wasn’t him, I cleaned it up.
My friend then wakes up the next morning to tell me he was the one who had vomited, so turns out I had cleaned up his mess. The image will forever be ingrained in my brain…”