The wife took us to Disneyworld for our anniversary the other day. She went all out planning it, down to the customized t-shirts. The day started off well and we tried the Guardians of the Galaxy ride first. I used to enjoy roller coasters. In fact, I used to have an annual pass to Six Flags. I guess age has caught up with me because I felt a little woozy afterward. The wife suggested we get our pictures taken with Mickey. The wait was a half hour and it would have given my stomach time to settle down. I was feeling better, however, and said we should just go on to the next ride. Things were fine at first but then I started to feel nauseated. This ride was like a space shuttle flight, with lots of rocking back and forth. At the end of the ride I grabbed an airsickness bag and violently hurled my breakfast. It was the kind of puking where it explodes everywhere in a spray. The bag couldn't contain all of it and some puke went down the front of my customized shirt and onto the floor. I was so embarrassed.
Lucky for us, the Disney employees were gracious. They let me clean up in a washroom and gave me a gift voucher for a free t-shirt. My wife told me, "so you get sick at Disneyworld and you get a free shirt? I got sick at a bar once and all they did was throw me out."
I was fine about an hour later and the rest of the day went well. But I have realized I can't really do the intense rides anymore. Also, half-digested eggs and cranberry juice burn when they come back up.