Last night's, or more appropriate just this wee hours of the morning's, adventurous trip is one that I don't think I will be repeating for a long while more. At least until I have recovered from this one. Everything's still a bit of a blur to me and a harsh realization has hit me. But before I go into the details about what happened then, the night before deserves some attention.
Yesterday's evening was spent dinner-ing at Italianni's then on to some window-shopping and then some more. Dinner was really good with good bread dipped in olive oil and balsamic vinegar, good salad with deep fried squid, good tomato-garlic bread-thingy with mint, and dreamy strawberry cheesecake. Yum. Delicious dinner despite the hefty price tag. But it's only once in a while, right. Dazedly walked around 1U with not much intention or aim but I eventually found a lovely white top from Zara which I impulsively and guiltily charged to my card. My mom must never find out. Dad is alright though. After what I said that I was too broke to go shopping yesterday at Cats Whiskers. But I digress. After that, proceeded with an excursion to Ikea because Melissa wanted to get a lamp but I ended up buying a 100 candles packet for my mom's current aromatherapy craze now. Not very fruitful but did manage to snap a few shots with Huai Yi being the camera-lady.
The night then entered into its early morning phase when we three went for a drinking session at Hartamas's Decanters. Just' and 'Sinchan' joined us later with opening a bottle of Jack Daniel's which is either too strong for my taste or that I actually kind of liked it after going a few rounds with mixed coke, of course. This was when everything started to blur a bit but we still managed to make some small talk among card tricks as well. I think I got a bit warm inside and then my face started to redden soon but I can't ascertain after what number glass. Supposedly I drank the least but didn't feel like it and still felt the impact after 2 or 3 later. Decided to calm ourselves down a little before heading back with a mamak stall stop. Was so close to throwing up when the three of us got back to the condo but miraculously refrained from it before washing up and passing out on the bed. I can hardly remember what I did before when I woke up with the stench of smoke, alcohol, and even more smoke in my clothes, breath, and skin. Let's never get so pissed and wasted like that again. I'm just thankful that this was between our small group of friends and not some unkowns we barely knew.
Maybe this was a good time for some revelation of my own. That I can't really hold my alcohol but only after the third or fourth one which when I'd start getting dizzy and not aware of my surroundings. I mean I can still recall a little that I knew where I was and what I was doing but I think I would not have passed that walk-the-straight-line test that police officers do on those drink-drivers. Driving is dangerous when you're not well at all. Always remember that, kiddies. And waking up to find dark circles round your eyes is never good.
But yeah, overall the night was actually good without the woozy and tipsy parts. I've still got time to spend here before I fly off so better make the best of it. Just don't get me to drive. Ever.
Still tired. Want some sleep. Sleeping early is priority for later. Excluding checking the packing luggages and essentials lists. Mom's on my case again about the packing. Does she ever stop? And she can't ever know about the drinking because she'd slaughter me first followed by dad who'd burn the remains of my body. I hate that I'm doing this yet this is the only way that I can actually experience that 'other' side of life away from the books, television and internet.
But then again, I may not be making sense at all right now, as my mind might be a little addled still. Too lazy to post photos and also I don't look too good in some of them. So sue me.
See you in seven. Or eight.
