I was hanging out with some friends at CBGB's one night. I'd had one beer and was working on my second. Not even halfway through that second beer I started to get the hot flashes and a brutal gnawing in my gut. Knowing what was about to follow, I ran outside. Two of my friends chased after me, wondering what the hell was wrong. And as if you don't see this coming by now--I puked right outside the front door of CB's in plain view of everyone who hangs out on the sidewalk out front. Turned out that I had food poisoning and the beer was the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back.