Sunday, August 10, 2008
In light of my queer epiphany brought about by a bout of hangover, I've resolutely decided to put an end to my habit of getting sloshed.It's not that I'm worried about being burdensome to my mates I get drunk with, since at the end of the day its not their beds I sleep in or their toilet bowls I puke in.
Or the fact the next day after being drunk as a lord usually leaves me as shag a dog. With patches of lost memories from the previous day to boot.
So why give up on my favorite sin you ask? The rather unexpected answer would be in 3 simple letters. M. U. M.
No I'm not drunk now!
I got home from a night spent at Chevron (Again.) with me mates Wei Jian, Dom, Wanyi and Thomas, croaking my throat out behind a mike and soaking up beer like a thirsty camel.
The world kept spinning on random axes and I kept puking my guts out. My mum, awoken by my incessant retching came over with genuine concern on her face and took care of me, rubbing medical oil all over me and making me drink this honey vinegar drink.
Eventually after I've ran out of both bile and strength to puke any further, my mum put me to bed with tenderness that actually kinda moved me.
So fuck it. I'll miss all the senseless but immensely fun times I had while I was drunk. Not that I could remember but I'll miss them all the same.
Incidentally I did a little shopping yesterday!
I have a flair for gross understatements.
FUNKED IT ALL UP ON 10:16:00 AM