drunkedness part II

2010, the night before i started my 21-day job. i had just finished my bridging exams that evening and i had just one night before i started work. 3 guys meeting up, what else is there to do? i planned to have an early night though, since i had to get to work in the early afternoon hours.

when we got there, we ended up with 3 guys and a girl. haven't had time for dinner so i was eating their free potato chips all night. drank some beers and my friend was having some girlfriend issues (seriously the only thing that could trouble a guy), but he said he would only talk about it if he was drunk. sigh, at that point i knew it was gonna be a long night.

the place closes at 2am and by then everything was over and done with, drunk as hell and some puke on the floor (not mine). i was ready to go home and sleep but during the cab ride some genius said karaoke and suddenly we were transported there. then before anything happened some genius said we should go to zouk instead, and i was like screw you guys, i'm going home! but with a more drunken slur.

normally i would shower no matter how drunk i am (sometimes ended up sleeping in the shower) but on that night i told myself i needed to sleep IMMEDIATELY because it was already late as shit and i knew i was gonna die the next day. so i set my alarm and flopped into bed.

i woke up the next morning and for a while i lay in bed trying to remember how i got this splitting headache. funny, i think i had a dream that i puked last night. i rolled over and looked around, nothing. checked the floor, nothing. phew, it was just a dream.

but it seemed so real! i turned around and checked between my bed and wall... holy shit. it looked like a fountain of mash potatoes from all the chips i ate the night before. i was already getting late for work, so sorry maid, you've gotta handle that for me. i was amazed that i still had that tiny bit of sense left in me to turn over and puke into that little gap.

stumbled into the toilet and wondered how was i gonna last the day. forced myself to puke whatever was left, drank some water and it wouldn't stay down, just puking out clear water, but there was still something inside that needed to come out. after a few cycles of drinking and immediately throwing up, i made one huge heave and finally it came out. it was black.

went to work and we were supposed to be standing all day. the problem was whenever i stood still, the world would sway and i'll have to hold on to something. in the end i spent the day with one of the worst hangovers ever, walking and fidgeting about, feeling as though i was gonna die any second and trying my best not to show it.