Now all this was fun at the moment, but the next day when we woke up at my place, with screaming headaches, the night before didn't seem so funny! Now we both had plans with our parents early the next day, and according to my watch it wasn't early anymore, so we had to get out of there pretty fast! We decided to take the bus together, since out parents live in the same town, about 15 km (9,3 miles) out of Copenhagen, the only problem was our clothes was still soaking wet! Peter is a big fellow, he's about 2 metres (6 feet 7), and weighs close to 130 kg (285 pounds), and it's not fat - so there was no way he could fit into any of my clothes. Still he had to wear something - so he borrowed my biggest pair of shorts, even though they were like hotpants to him.

Anyway, we took the bus, though Peter complained about how terrible he was feeling! After 2 stops he stormed out of the bus, "Maybe it was true he didn't feel well" I thought to myself, and continued my journey.

I was right, Peter didn't feel well. He walked the 15 km back to he's parents chanting the mantra: "I will not vomit in public, I will not vomit in public .” Finally he couldn't take it anymore. He rushed into an alley, and leaning up against a fence, he puked his gut's out! He wiped the sweat of his forehead and went on his way again.

After several hours he arrived at his parents house, and his kid sister opened the door. "What's that on your face?" she asked. That's when Peter realised that the fence he leaned on was freshly painted - his face was covered in green paint!

Imagine you see this colossus of a man Sunday morning, staggering towards you, painted green in the face, wearing hotpants and muttering something about "vomit in public" - It must have been quite a sight.