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Over the loud music I heard a familiar voice behind me exclaim "THERE you are!", and I snapped out of it, turned around, and saw Caroline standing in front of me. I smiled and said I thought she was never coming back, and gave her a hug. I introduced Caroline to my new friend Brittany, who for whatever reason excused herself and never came back.
I explained to Caroline what happened and told her I wasn't feeling well. Could we leave?
It was the truth- I wasn't feeling well at all. It must have taken us close to five minutes to get past the crowds, down the stairs and out the door. My heart was pounding and I was beginning to sweat profusely. When we finally got outside I was hit by the hot, humid ocean air and before long I was racing to the edge of the pier and vomiting into the water.
Could things get any worse? Of course they could- as soon as I stopped puking I heard a deep male voice asking if I was okay, and it was a cop. He then asked if I needed an ambulance. Seriously, as if I was the first person who ever barfed outside of a bar.
I assured him I was fine, that I just wasn't used to the cigarette smoke. Caroline told him we were within sight of where we were staying and he agreed to just let me go as long as we went straight back to her place