Wasted

God, i love alcohol. But it's been ages since i got wasted.
I remember that i used to get wasted almost every Friday and Saturday night since i was 18. Those were the good old days. Zouk, China Jump, Madam Wong, were my frequent haunts. I prefer China Jump cos the music is good, the dance floor is big and it's at Chimjes! Wat more can u ask for? Zouk's good for potent drinks and Madam Wong.. that's where the pretty people hang out. But of cos, that's like a gazzilion million years ago, well, to me it is (that's how old i actually feel).

There's this Christmas that i particularly remember.. It was xxxx. I was with a bunch of friends at Zouk. 6 gals and a few boyfrens. We ordered 2 jugs of long island tea for us gals. The guys had their own drinks. 6 gals, 2 jugs, no problems rite? WRONG! My 4 other galfrens apparently had their own ideas of drinking, which is actually SIPPING! Ended up, just 1 gal and me had to finish up the 2 jugs! Gosh, that's like 1 jug per pax! No biggie u say? Well, not if u do it within 1 hour! By the time we were done, we were so wasted! Yah, seriously wasted. Ok, i still seemed fine (at that time, but of cos, that's not the end of my part of the story) .. my galfren got it worse! A little while later, she went to the Zouk toilet to puke her guts out. She was practically hugging the toilet bowl refusing to leave the cubicle. Oh yah, guess who's the one who was with her there? Yup, me truly. I had to kinda sheepishly explain to the other gals queuing for cubes that my galfren is seriously wasted, please forgive us for hogging 1 very preciously cubicle. Some of the other clubbers were very nice, they actually came over and asked if we were ok, how was my fren, etc.
U know how it is when u have been downing alcohol, refusing to stop dancing until the very last minute when your bladder is going to like explode and u rush to the toilet to find one very loooooong queue of gals all standing with their legs crossed? Yup. 1 cubicle can be life or death in that kind of situation.
So ok, after she finally puked everything out and could get onto her 2 feet, we left Zouk.... Here comes the fun part... MINE. The guys were also tipsy so nobody drove (see, we are all good citizens even back then, if u drink, dun drive). We took 2 cabs back to a fren's place to bunk over.. I said i seemed fine rite? Well, 'seemed' is the key word here. In the cab, i started to feel queasy, bloodly cab uncle was driving like a race course driver, i guess he tot we were all wasted and needed to get home in a hurry. But it didn't help my stomach! And all the turns and bumps did nothing too. The whole trip from Zouk back to Pasir Ris, i was trying my best to hold it all in. And then the inevitable happened... when the cab stopped at some traffic light in Pasir Ris (yes, i was that close), i had to open the door and PUKE! Luckily, it was like 3am in the morning and there were no other cars around. I dun think other cars behind would appreciate stopping for me to puke. Haha. That's not all to the story.
So, we got back to the house. And i still looked fine... went toilet and all that.. then guess wat? I laid on the floor and started HYPERVENTILATING! I was convulsing on the floor.. my frens were like 'wat the fuck??' Luckily, 1 guy was a medic and he took a plastic bag and asked me to breathe into it. Ok, anyways, i survived. Guess u have never heard of hyperventilating when one is wasted. LOL.