drunk

and not very proud of it.

started out as an ordinary wednesday. and meeting some mp's for a light dinner at a local grill.

wait. it's not an ordinay wednesday. it's the chinese new year. hello!

after dinner, went to mooon. two more guys came by. and another 2 so total of 11. no, 13. uh, 15? i think. no, 11. tequila shots all around. and how many rounds were there? sigh.

ah, the magic of alcohol. long ago have i sworn off you in excess. and that night i broke my promise to you. and i spent the night dancing in my own exquisite shiteousness.

and not just dancing. i have a vague memory of making out with someone. i do remember dancing with everyone though. but i am very sure of having made out with someone. how else would i have wound up with bite marks on my lower lip?

woke up with a horrible hang over. ugh! thursday passed like a blur. woke up at 9.30 am in a nearby pension house with 3 friends. left at 10.30 am. showered at 11 am. ate 2 apples, 5 oranges, and back to sleep til 5 pm.

and got the brilliant idea of drinking gatorade for the nagging nauseating feeling. and it worked! i needed only 2 liters of that beautiful brand to cure my ills.

changed sheets and everything for chinese new year. um, what a way to start off the lunar year huh?