I've never thrown up from drinking, or had a headache, or been hungover. I'm terminally unhip.

You're not alone, I'm unhip with you :)

I prefer to think of it as knowing one's limits. :)

That's 'cause you puked. Gets it out of your system, hence no hangover.

I too have only puked due to alcohol once, and I too maximized the emberassment factor. Let's just say that any night that ends with the declaration, "We need to get him off the bathroom floor, get his pants up, and get him into bed," is a night to remember...I just wish I could.

I wish what you said was true. I get to experience the worst of both worlds.

I have been drunk exactly once in my life. I puked. I was hung over. I also rather stupidly decided to ride my bike home from the party and ran into a parked car.

I have never since had the desire to be drunk.

I just had a 'Wayne's World' flashback where Wayne's ex-girlfriend waves to him and then immediately plows her bike into a parked car.
"Hi, Wayne!" *Slam*!!!
:D

It is funny in retrospect, but I am amazed I wasn't killed that night. I swerved out into traffic more than once.

"Don't drink and bike!"

Funny puke story.
I was in 11th grade, living in my parents' house in New Jersey. One of my friends was visiting from Florida, and we'd been invited to a party in Long Island. Since I was 15 years old, I had to convince my cousin to drive us to the party. He borrowed his dad's new Mercedes and off we went. At the party, we drank dangerous "Tankas" (vodka and Tang - with almost no water), followed by many beers. When it was time to leave, we had to get my Floridian friend out of the master bedroom, where he was having sex with the hostess of the party (I think they were both 16). Anyway, as we made the long ride home on the Long Island Expressway, I started to feel very very sick. I asked my cousin to pull the car over to the side of the road, whereupon I fell to my knees and threw up. We repeated this action several times, until finally he pulled the car to the side, I blindly got out and started to puke, and I felt a tap on the shoulder.
"Uh, Jesse. You're on your front lawn."
Nice.

(Most of you know I quit drinking. The big question is: why did it take almost 5 more years?)

Don't bike ride after eating mushrooms, either...