2 hours later

So there i was, happily sipping my Frozen Strawberry Daiquiri (which according to my fren tasted like washing detergent, wait, everything tastes like washing detergent to her anyway. Duhz!). My partner-in-crime was having some citrus-y cocktail mix. We bitched, laughed and basically caught up with each other's lives. Oh yah, i forgot, we also stared at all the babes dressed in low-cut, tight, short, skimpy outfits. Actually, it was more like i stared and informed her to stare too. Haha! Yeah. I love to look at gals. No! I am not a lesbian (not that i have anything against that particular lifestyle, i just love men too much! Wahahaaa!). My theory is... IF they (babes dressed in low-cut, tight, short, skimpy outfits) do NOT want to be stared at, THEY should not be dressed in that way! No? :P

Next, we shared a glass of dessert wine. Ok, i shall not pretend to be snob and wax lyrical about the fineries of wine tasting. In fact, we asked one of the friendly AND helpful waiters over for his recommendation. Haha. So, we got this sweet, fruity dessert wine that wasn't too dry. Yes, we are still gals at heart.

Ok, so there i WAS. After finishing that little bit of pathetic alcohol, i thought (felt) i was still alright. Said goodbye to my fren and took a cab back. But by the time i reached home, i could barely stand upright (read: woozy). Had to drag myself to the shower and hit the bed. Gee... my alcohol tolerance levels are way way rock bottom man. There is a perfect solution to this though, I need to drown myself in alcohol every other day. :)