Vomiting on Cars

So yesterday was my sister's boyfriend, Sylvan's, birthday.  I always enjoy hangin with my sister and him for two reasons: 1) They're just all around good folk and 2) whatever we're doing it often times involves drinking.  Come to think of it, it's always involved drinking. Mass quantities of it. Unfortunately, my sister had to work the next day so she wasn't able to drink her usual amount.  That's alright though, Sylvan and I made up for her.  So I get down there and the night started with a few beers at the house, catching up and watching some Always Sunny.  After that, we headed out to a place out in Little Five Points called the Vortex.  Fuckin cool ass restaurant. Hands down one of the best burgers I've had. Went to a bar to meet up with some of Sylvan's friends. These guys are cool as shit. So we started off drinking a few buckets of Genesee Cream Ale.  I'll be honest....I haven't been drinking alot lately so I was already getting kind of tipsy.  Someone orders a round of Jameson, take that and get back to drinking some more beers.  A motion was made to head upstairs for a little shuffleboard action.  I was thinking we were gonna get up there and there'd be some old folks wearing strap-on sandals and bermuda shorts. Luckily, this wasn't the case.  Shuffleboard on a table. Cool shit.  So we get another round of Jameson, another bucket, and make our way upstairs.  This is where things get blurry for me.  Numerous buckets of beer and multiple shots were consumed.  My sister left because she had to work. I'm making it sound like she was getting loaded then driving home.  This isn't the case.....she probably had a beer the whole time.  I told her I'd look after Sylvan. hahahaha. So we continue on with a few beers and then it's about time to head home.  And for some reason, we thought it would be a good idea to have some Irish Car Bomb's. Yes, that is plural. So we take one. Have another shot. Then take another bomb. Sylvan makes this burping sound, looks like he's gonna lose it, but then regains his composure.  He makes the comment,"If I don't throw up immediately, I'm alright. I'm that kind of guy."  So we get a ride home.  On the wayback me and the person in the front seat are talking about the finer side of pigs, as any connoisseur of barbeque would.  Meanwhile I see Sylvan leaning out the window.  I'm just thinking he's drunk and yelling at somebody.  We get back to the house and get out to say bye and this girl just start screaming, "What the FUCK?!?!?!?!?!?! You threw up on my car!!!" BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, there was puke all over the side of this girl's car.  I couldn't stop laughing.  I woke up this morning still drunk and with a lot less money.  Needless to say, I'll be back soon.