Under The Alcohol Of Influence

(said under the influence of alcohol)

I've been hitting the bars in town three nights in a row now; all under different circumstances.

Thursday Night:

I drank some.

I planned to be good. Really I did. I went to watch a basketball match as the team playing was coached by a friend. I got home at 10:45pm - insanely early considering that I've no curfew; a fact that never fails to delight me every time I visualize myself running through fields of marigold, arms outstretched, hair flowing - if my hair was long enough.

Got on the computer and a friend showed symptoms of much distress. Concluding that she needed to be 'out taking fresh air', a mutual friend picked us up and we ended up in Grappa - a hip-hop/ r&b pub.

And was I shocked. Thursday night and the place was P.A.C.K.E.D. The night slowly slipped by as TheChauffeur and I slowly sipped our beers, while the MuchDistressedLady went and mingled with hunky gay-looking models. Thechauffeur then dumped a ciggy butt into his drink (I think he didn't want it anymore) but being rebuked by the MuchDistressedLady, he downed the whole mug straight.

Now there is a myth that ciggie ashes + beer makes you sick. TheChauffeur proved fiction to be fact and ended up throwing up throughout the night. I drove us all home with his car, although I think it was quite a traumatising experience for the both of them as

1. I've never driven at night before, and
2. I didn't even know where the handle for the lights were.
   

Friday Night:

I drank none.

Went to lin lin (went for a spin in the car) with my friend with the ride bringing us to Soho, a house music/trance posers' pub where pubbers who thought they were clubbers overdressed and sat around staring as the uncool slouch by.

Friend bumped into friends there. I sat with them. I believe I've never been so bored in my entire life.

I usually don't stereotype age with maturity, but this is one case that compels me to condemn all younger people as being just plain stupid. Thank God I was never young.

I could barely keep count of how many times those babies repeated all the swear words in the English language or hokkien.

I know you know. Don't act like your parents just gave you a license to swear and you're saying them as if your life depended on it.


Saturday Night:

Soho again. I drank enough to go to the loo plenty of times.

10.20p.m.- 4 people, 1st bottle of Chivas.
A little while later - 7 people, 2nd bottle of Chivas.
12.50a.m. - I can't remember how many people there was, but 3rd bottle of Chivas.

It was different. Fun. Very.

I met new people who did not sit around looking classy, and some old friends whom I've not hung out with for a long, long time.

There was ArthurTheFlirt from my church carolling days- who promised to take care of everyone because he was the oldest - but alcohol I reckon is the elixir of youth that many seek - turning men into boys who blabber incoherently.

Then there was James111; my high school prom date, my college hostel junk food supplier, my afternoon ice kacang partner and TheOneWhoSnuckMeOutAfterCurfewDuringRebelliousDays.

With him he brought JoyokiTheSquintyEyedDoctor who is back on her holiday from Russia. She laughed a lot; a major contribution to the night as it is deemed that the more noise your group makes - the more fun you're having. She didn't bring me my vodka though. Poo.

Another key character of the night was DerekAmazingBreasts whom I met for the first time. We've known about each other for a while now through MichTheWestieLovingAunt's blog but have never made contact. I like DerekAmazingBreasts, he tells me what I want to hear. Hehe.

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Like every story told, there has to be a conclusion that sums it up and makes sense of it - should the rambling be too long and you've no idea what I've been saying.

I've a few conclusions actually.

1. Never drink beer that has been contaminated with ciggie ashes.
2. Cars, local model - Lights on the right.
   
3. Swearing is not cool. Unless of course if you really mean it.
4. Everyone younger than you is too young, and everyone older; too old.
   
5. Mathematical progression: the more people there is, the more alcohol you order.
6. I had the most fun the night I had the most alcohol. There must be a causal relationship somewhere.
7. I have friends outside the Internet after all! *phew*