My girlfriend vomited in my hat

Sadly, she's the type to drink heartily then suddenly, mid sentence, drop down drunk. I should have noticed the signs; her saying "Me, drunk? Don't be daft" was the first clear indication of her soon being paralytic. In the end it was me who had to take her home, despite all her protestations of wanting to be left to die in the street. And to cap it off, if you'll excuse the pun, she vomited in my favourite hat. A small consolation was that I wasn't wearing it at the time, but we were in the back of a taxi and it seemed the only option available apart from ruining some poor man's evening and livelihood. Suffice to say, she was as rough as a badger's arse the next day, and my sympathy - at least on the surface - was limitless. I got my hat scrubbed clean but have not managed to get round to the idea of wearing it yet. It will take some time to get a few icky images out of my head before that happens.