That was, by leaps and bounds, the most detailed and engaging disgusting belch story I have ever been fortunate enough to read.
The red vest woman seemed impressed by it, too. Its a night neither of us will ever forget. Oh mysterious woman, I'll wait for you by the door until we meet again!
During my discussion with locals about "bar tales", I found out that my assumption that girls would be completely and totally disgusted by this wasn't quite correct. Stories from bars told by guys usually end with:
"...even though I don't remember falling."
"...and so they made me clean it up."
"...but I never did find my pants."
Yet, some of the stories from the women I work with were exponentially more surprising in their details.
A friendly and important reminder:
never go drinking with your co-workers!