...*sheepish smile* heh yeah your neighbourhood alcohol lightweight is back.
I'm realising that it's starting to be a bi-weekly thing if we keep this up, but...okay I have no excuses for any of these. It wasn't as bad the second time round (or as my friend would like to call it, "building alcohol tolerance" lolol), but I did woke up at 3.30am with one heck of an itch. In case you didn't know, I develop rashes for no reason after I drink too much. They either happen on the spot, or continually develop throughout the days after said drinking night. I'd like to think of it as my body rejecting useless liquids but let's face it, this is most likely my body's way of punishing me for making bad decisions on a Monday night.
I remember we started out with 3 bottles of wine (2 white, 1 red) and a tray of beer but somehow it spiralled into shots of whiskey, more cups of gin & tonic than I'd like, along with some cranberry vodka and more beer for good measure. We also did not help ourselves at all by joining the peer pressure fest at the next table, resulting in all of us taking more shots than anticipated.
At one point we were playing 7-Up reverse (I am absolutely shit at this - no one should be reciting the multiplication table past 7pm) and Heart Attack with UNO cards.
Decided to cab home after the following deliberation:
Me: So how? Are we cabbing home? I can take the train la actually.
Colleague: Actually I feel like cab-
Me: OKAY THEN WE CAB.
He laughed at how fast I jumped at the opportunity of cabbing home.
I was pretty much feeling okay up till the moment I entered the cab. After plonking my ass down and going "Okay don't mind me okay I am just going to 很没有形象", I proceeded to kick off my shoes and fetus curl up against the seats. It's really a great image your girl is portraying out there every other Monday night.
I am really dreading waking up in 2 hours' time.
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