I. Do. Not. Remember. Coming. Home. I do not remember leaving the club, I do not remember what happened. My last recollection of anything at all last night was talking to random girl #1, having a beer with her, then talking to random girl's friend SMURF (HAHA YES I MANAGED TO TALK TO SMURF; TAKE THAT!) and her mentioning she is on a yeast-free diet therefore no beer for her; I think it was something along the lines of "yeast infection" hmmm. Or maybe I was imagining things. Bartender and I had a mini screaming session as well..
"DRINK!!! AW COME ON!! "Nooooooooooooooo you're evil! The shot was horrible!" "JUST ONE BEER, COME ON!" "NoooOooOooOooOooOooOooOooOooOooOooOOooOoo -wail wail wail-"
Go figure.
On the lighter side of things, I managed to drink enough to get the guts to do whatever, and have fun; but on the flipside, I DON'T REMEMBER ANYTHING KANINA. Blackout drinking is so frustrating; kids, I hope you learnt a lesson. Drinking is fun until it reaches the point where you can't remember; then, it becomes BOH LIAO.
And upon reading my sent messages, I vaguely recall the cab driver wanting a peck from me.
SO HAM SUP. (Don't worry I was sane enough to politely reject) More details of a fantastic story later. Involves me, a brand new (cute) shirt, lots of red wine and black sambuca.
P.S: References to girls/boys being cute under the influence of alcohol are not counted. ---
I just heard from shocking news from siok.. EEYER. EEYER!!!! EEEEEEEYERRRRRR.
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