Wonders of Alcohol

[mahaha... last nite was aweeesoommeee... except the yacking part... that was horrible... but i felt so good afta... ehehe... =P .. newayz... lets have a recap? hui]

So the party started around 8.30pm, and thanks to my wonderful Belle, I went to the wrong house at first, but soon found my way to the right house. Le Graceful Host Louisa, had a really nice mansion by the river side, and the little gathering warm atmosphere was absolutely awesome. This did not last very long, as we started playing cards and downing shots like water... everything started to blend and blur.

Before getting totally smacked out by alcohol, I did manage to catch up with Belle and have decent conversations with Amen, Wan Tat and Jesse (token white boy at the party, who I must admit, is quite cute with nice teeth). By the time Du, Ken and Reen arrived, I had already downed 2 shots and 1 yaga in about 30 minutes, so I couldn't really talk to them properly. Tried to make Reen dance, but she was totally sober and refused. Good move. Met another new friend, Sophia, who has an awesome accent and who was if not basically as drunk as me, even more drunk. I remember seeing her totally passed out on the ground, but before then, we had a nice time dancing and fooling around. Good times.

More yagas, vodka and orange juice and Smirnoff vodka cruisers came along within the hour, and my face changed from its usual red to white. I wonder if it was because there was an overdose and my body was getting used to the alcohol. Must admit I'm quite cadbury, so it did not take long at all before I felt so tired and weak, that I nearly passed out as well. Somehow I managed to stay awake, but all I heard was noise, and only remember whatever I saw when I opened my eyes for brief moments with the most massive amounts of effort.

Finally, my system could not accommodate the intrusive liquid any longer, so I threw up all over Louisa's toilet. It was gross and brown, and I remember that I kept on asking Du why my vomit was brown. Fun times. I tried to clean it up, but was simply too uncoordinated and tired to do so. I am so sorry Louisa!!! Hope the cleaning up was not too bad. I feel quite guilty. Anyway, after that event, I was soon escorted home by my awesome friends who looked after me so well.

Time, words, actions, feelings all seem so meaningless when one's drunk. Is this why people enjoy being drunk? To forget about everything and talk about everything and nothing? Basically that was how I felt, this new "sensation"... rather interesting.

Don't think I would ever want to be so drunk that I throw up again, maybe just to the high stage so that I can dance without fear, talk without thinking and have a good night's sleep afterwards. The only good thing that came from this was probably that I managed such a good night's sleep that it was unbelievable.

Hui Hui ^^b