Too Fast Too Much
URGH last night.... it was sooo unplanned, my natural male instinct landed me in unknown territory and i ended up getting....
DRUNK!!!!!
Hahaha... oh yes, for the fuckin' first time, i experienced first hand how it was like to feel so shitty that you dun wanna do anything but just lay down on wherever you are. Be it outside, in the middle of the dancefloor or just right beside the toilet bowl. Now looking back at it, hahaha i just can't help but to laugh at myself.
It was around 9pm on that Sunday night. Typically no plans are made at this time, it's usually the "cooling" down period prior to another working week, where you either hang out somewhere nearby to chat with mates or stay home and chill. I was watching tv as usual when i got this sms from this much older online fren, asking me whether i wanna go join her at the Devil's Bar. pretty unexpected, but i had to sort of turn it down... Bar = Drinking = Spend $$$ = Stay out late = Not a good idea when the next day is working Monday. But here's the interesting part... it's her best gal friend's birthday and she's a member of that Devil's Bar and all drinks on her. When i mentioned that i gotta leave early, she mentioned she won't hold me back.
Here's a stupid moment. I got changed and drove there. Wow. Oh and another thing... i never met her before. Interesting! While driving, my mind was going like... "I'm a guy, i can handle this... :D" ah.. the bullshit that i talk to myself...
Anyway when i got there, met her, went up to the bar to meet her gal friend who self-proclaims that she's "very sociable". Man her actions proved a lot. Almost immediately we started drinking, blahblahblah, got to know each other, dadada... then their guy pal came, the little group got interesting.... to mention the details leading up to how i wasted is a little embarrassing, i ended up puking the shit out of my stomache in the toilet. the next few minutes i felt like really unsteady, my mind still knows whats going on but... the rest of myself haha... very un-cooperative. I pretty much know by then that after downing 2 glasses of beer, 2 glasses of something mixed with Chivas and a Long Island Tea in one hour... is the cause of my wasted state. Ok... so i know that i am definately not a drink... yet. despite the fact that i told them many times that i was DRIVING... well i think that's a useless attempt when trying to get your words into the ears of a high flying birthday girl... or worman. Anyway... that online mate of mine got a little too worried i guess, took me outside and had a little chat session to ourselves... quite surprised that i stll could hold a conversation :S then she told me to head home since i looked not too good (god damn body of mine), got me a cab and offered to pay for the fare. Yes, i felt truly wasted... in fact i felt fucking sick.... why do ppl drink so much anyway and end up puking like a water spout, geez. This that puking feeling suppose to be something good or nice or addictive? BUT that's still not gonna stop me from visiting clubs or bars :D
about an hour after reaching home, i was feeling much better, i usually recover pretty fast from such erm, "events".... and it was like 3am. then i started to think of my car... decided to pick it up early in the morning and drive to work. Most ppl would suffer hang overs and other shitty stuff, i felt like nothing happened when i woke up for breakfast. Apart from the obvious lack of sleep... hehe ah well what a night.
wouldn't mind doing this again....but NOT when there's work the next day.
DRUNK!!!!!
Hahaha... oh yes, for the fuckin' first time, i experienced first hand how it was like to feel so shitty that you dun wanna do anything but just lay down on wherever you are. Be it outside, in the middle of the dancefloor or just right beside the toilet bowl. Now looking back at it, hahaha i just can't help but to laugh at myself.
It was around 9pm on that Sunday night. Typically no plans are made at this time, it's usually the "cooling" down period prior to another working week, where you either hang out somewhere nearby to chat with mates or stay home and chill. I was watching tv as usual when i got this sms from this much older online fren, asking me whether i wanna go join her at the Devil's Bar. pretty unexpected, but i had to sort of turn it down... Bar = Drinking = Spend $$$ = Stay out late = Not a good idea when the next day is working Monday. But here's the interesting part... it's her best gal friend's birthday and she's a member of that Devil's Bar and all drinks on her. When i mentioned that i gotta leave early, she mentioned she won't hold me back.
Here's a stupid moment. I got changed and drove there. Wow. Oh and another thing... i never met her before. Interesting! While driving, my mind was going like... "I'm a guy, i can handle this... :D" ah.. the bullshit that i talk to myself...
Anyway when i got there, met her, went up to the bar to meet her gal friend who self-proclaims that she's "very sociable". Man her actions proved a lot. Almost immediately we started drinking, blahblahblah, got to know each other, dadada... then their guy pal came, the little group got interesting.... to mention the details leading up to how i wasted is a little embarrassing, i ended up puking the shit out of my stomache in the toilet. the next few minutes i felt like really unsteady, my mind still knows whats going on but... the rest of myself haha... very un-cooperative. I pretty much know by then that after downing 2 glasses of beer, 2 glasses of something mixed with Chivas and a Long Island Tea in one hour... is the cause of my wasted state. Ok... so i know that i am definately not a drink... yet. despite the fact that i told them many times that i was DRIVING... well i think that's a useless attempt when trying to get your words into the ears of a high flying birthday girl... or worman. Anyway... that online mate of mine got a little too worried i guess, took me outside and had a little chat session to ourselves... quite surprised that i stll could hold a conversation :S then she told me to head home since i looked not too good (god damn body of mine), got me a cab and offered to pay for the fare. Yes, i felt truly wasted... in fact i felt fucking sick.... why do ppl drink so much anyway and end up puking like a water spout, geez. This that puking feeling suppose to be something good or nice or addictive? BUT that's still not gonna stop me from visiting clubs or bars :D
about an hour after reaching home, i was feeling much better, i usually recover pretty fast from such erm, "events".... and it was like 3am. then i started to think of my car... decided to pick it up early in the morning and drive to work. Most ppl would suffer hang overs and other shitty stuff, i felt like nothing happened when i woke up for breakfast. Apart from the obvious lack of sleep... hehe ah well what a night.
wouldn't mind doing this again....but NOT when there's work the next day.
posted by Tommy at 11:08 PM
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