...wasted...

There are days which your head feels like it was made of stone, feel like you've puked out all of your insides and wish you didn't do all of the things you did last night even those which you don't remember. Thank God I'm almost okay now if you discount the fact that my head still feels a bit woozy after a day of sleeping it off.

Johnny, Day, Ruth and I went to Avs' birthday last night at Bed Space bar located in Greenbelt 2. We were actually there to just have a few drinks, celebrate with Avs and Shing then go home with our minds in the proper place. We arrived early and couldn't find anyone we knew, so we all headed to Mcdonald's beside Greenbelt One to get dinner before we drank some liquor. Unfortunately, we got back late in time for open bar. Avs then propped a bottle of Cuervo tequila on our table and we all just stared at it and then smiled. There were only four of us taking turn on that one botle and we managed to down the Cuervo in about an hour. We were all woozy and giggly after the first bottle, then Shing arrived and a 2nd bottle was then placed on our table, courtesy of Avs' friend. Half-way into the second bottle, all of us were having a hard time going to the cr without stumbling over and making a fool of ourselves.

Around 1:30pm, all of us decided to drop by Mcdonald's to get some coffee since all of us were quite broke that day so some cheap coffee was the deal to combat an escalating hangover. Ruth was finding it hard to walk already so I escorted her from Bed Space to Mcdo, even remembered seeing Will Devaughn of the McRice burger commercial along the way. Thank God, I didn't trip or make a fool of myself. heehee. Ruth was already incoherent when we arrived at Mcdonald's. I was still a bit okay, so I went to the counter and ordered some coffees and a cheeseburger meal for Johnny and went back to out table. The alcohol certainly made all of us three notches noisier than everybody else, maybe that's why a waiter was already stationed near us, in case we'd wreak havoc or something. Ruth was so wasted that she even dipped her hair accidentally when she rested her head on the table. After 30 minutes, we then decided to head back to Day's place and rest, so Johnny and Day got the car and I was left with Ruth and Shing and waited outside of Mcdo. We then bid Shing goodbye as we sped off back to Libertad. Nothing exciting really happened on the way way home, besides a puke-fest. Unfortunately, Ruth wasn't able to hold it in before we got home, I'm just glad I got most of it inside the plastic bag...

Arriving at Day's place, I carried Ruth inside and cleaned her up a bit, then helped Johnny clean up the car. Somehow, I felt my own puke-fest escalating inside me, and didn't want to sleep knowing that I didn't feel well. For everyone who's reading this I do hope you don't try what I did. Since I wasn't planning on waking up with puke all over me in bed, I induced my own puke-fest by reaching down my throat and letting it all go in the CR. Bulemia alert, you must think...heehee...Then I changed my clothes and headed to lalalalalala land...

Waking up, I saw Ruth sitting on the bed and not looking good. It turns out that she's had about 5-6 more puke-fest moments when she woke up. Then I realize I have this minor headache hanging at the back of my head, thank God it's a not a major head splitting one. Slept through most of the day and was only pressured by Day to get up at around 7pm because I had to accompany her to get her laundry. Ruth left somewhere around lunchtime, and I didn't notice that much. Too bad I wasn't able to say goodbye.

Just got home about two to three hours ago, and am looking forward to more sleep after typing this. I apologize for everyone out there who's having their lunch or planning to eat after this. I just couldn't contain my self to not write about this experience, since the last time I got drunk was about 7-8 months ago and wasn't as horrific as this one. All I can say is that I will never drink that much again, or if ever I'm going to drink again it'll be in the confines of my home or a friend's house...never in public. I must say that I am amazed at Johnny, for being so good at holding his alcohol and being in the right mind to still drive us home safely. Thank God I'm alive to be able to write this, I think to myself.

I regret to not being able to return Arvin's texts today nor call him due to two things; One, my pending poverty and Two, I was so wasted today and I didn't want him to hear how wasted I was.

ho hum...

I will never drink that much tequila again...I will never drink that much tequila again...I will never drink that much tequila again...I will never drink that much tequila again...I will never drink that much tequila again...I will never drink that much tequila again...I will never drink that much tequila again...I will never drink that much tequila again...I will never drink that much tequila again...

I tell myself, over and over again..

p.s (I miss you June Arvin Gudoy...so so much..)