Drunk again

We had our usual drinking session yesterday night, and when I had decided to call it for a day, and leave in time to take public transport home, my colleagues refused to release me and insist I drank a toast to each of them in the karaoke room.

At that point, it was approaching 11.00pm and most of the other people who were with us had already left for a second round. I meant to go out today, and hence I had preferred to be going home as early as possible without appearing rude.

6 of us were left in the room and hence that means I had to drink 5 glasses before they would consider letting me go.

Holy crap.

I hadnt drink much earlier that night so I estimated that I should be able to take that 5 glasses.

Bad move.

By the time I downed the 5 glasses, and they still not willing to release me, the inner maniac in me surfaced. I began to shriek when they continued to confiscate my bag. And then I started to turn violent, scractching my way to gain unison with my bag. When they finally surrender, I quickly snatched my bag and hug it snugly, then sat down to regain more of my conscious that was slowly slipping away.

While they were not looking, I sneak away as rapidly as I could.

And although I was almost dead drunk, I forced myself to go back to my office to drink some iced water in a desperate hope to disperse the alcohol concentration in my blood. It wasnt that I want to drive home or something, but I know that if I dont do something quick, I might be puking on the long journey home.

I kept forcing myself to drink water, and then I went to the toilet to influence a vomit. Although I was drinking screwdriver for the whole night, I literally had a filter system in my body to spew the alcoholic contents only. I staggered back to my desk to rest a little, then decided to still take bus home.

I usually catch forty winks on my bus journey home as well, but unless I am very sleepy, I am usually quite proper even when I am asleep. But yesterday I was practically spread over the entire seat and when the bus driver took a kamikaze-styled left turn, I was flipped from my seat and landed on the aisle on fours, a pose that would do ninja turtles proud.

Luckily that was the last bus, and there was less than 3 other passengers on the vehicle, or more would be witnessing the ninja stunt.

When I reached home, I took a quick shower and forced myself to sleep. By 7am, I was rudely awoke my the need to clear the system. I wobbly made my way to the toilet and I positioned myself over the toilet bowl and once again, forced myself to puke so that I can get rid of the nausea once and for all hopefully.


I wish.


Eventually, over the next 3 hours, I visited the toilet 5 times, each time willing myself to remove the vodka inside my stomach. But I was more successful in producing digested orange fibers and my expensive dinner from the night before. I didnt even bother to wear my specs after the 2nd time because I dont want to accidentally inspect the discharge.

I was finally sober by around 11am, some 12 hours after my drinks. I've got a cut on the back of my left hand, a bruise down the length of my right arm. Really really, I ought to give up drinking foolishly.