Windows are useful

My bed is located right by a window. Usually, I find the placement of the bed somewhat annoying because the sun shines into my eyes in the morning, even with the curtains drawn closed. And no, I hardly get out of bed before noon, just because.
Anyway, I woke up on Saturday morning fully feeling the after effects of a night out and too much champagne. Even though I tried my darn best not to move, to not breathe even, so as to allow things to settle, my stomach wasn't obeying my orders.
So, I stuck my head out of said window, and pretty much got rid of all the nasty stuff that had been lurking in my alimentary system.
I guess the boyfriend was awoken by my retching because he kindly passed me kleenex when I croaked for it.
He mumbled something about feeling like shit too.
To return the favor, I very politely asked him, "Do you wanna come vomit out of the window too?"

Epilogue
He demurred, bless his heart.
In retrospect, it really does seem rather gross to throw up out of a window, now that I am no longer nursing one heck of a hangover.
However, it is definitely convenient to do so. Compare that to climbing out of bed, running across the room, opening the door, running into the bathroom and then doing the deed.
There was nobody under my window when I threw up. At least, I didn't hear anybody scream in disgust, so that is the only conclusion I can come to.