In the late 80's I played in a resident band at a local nightclub, backing mostly name acts doing the cabaret circuit. My then wife had just got our first microwave,and used it to do a delicious coq au vin for dinner before I set off to my gig.
Our band went on to do the first set around 9pm before then introducing the 'star' act around 10. About halfway through the first part of our set, I suddenly realised I needed to throw up and dumping my guitar ran offstage mid song into the adjacent dressing room where I projectile vomited into the shower cubicle, narrowly missing the evening's act, then comedian Shane Richie!
Got back onstage, and did the same thing again 2 songs later. Mr Richie was very decent about the whole thing, and didn't even mention it in his act either. I somehow made it through the rest of the gig, got home to find my wife had been just as bad.
When I woke next morning, I had vomited so badly that I'd burst lots of blood vessels in my eyes and face and ended up looking like an extra from a horror movie for days. Needless to say coq au vin still not one of my first choices even now.