the party aftermath. cranky drunk.

i thought the party last night was gonna be my best. in some ways, it was. but because of the embarassing thing that happened, then in another way, it wasn't. how often do you see someone getting so freaking drunk and then puking all over himself just because he could no longer stand up to move to the washroom and puke there? i'm quoting kellda: at least bernie had the decency to go to the washroom; i told you not to fall asleep! oh well kellds, it was my first time. so, patience patience. my body felt so heavy that i couldnt even lift a foot. it was just one of the mooooost miserable nights of my life. and jobo... this is all your fault. i felt like i was gonna lose everything in my system. serious. and i never ever thought such a thing would ever happen to me. crap. and cris (or whoever it was handling the cam), i hate you for taking pictures of me while jobo and marco (these were the two people i can recall) were trying to get me to sit again. until now, almost a day after, i still feel some lil effect of alcohol drilling my stomach. eeek. and i swore to never drink again. let's see though how long i can hold on to that. as cousin tom said, ulol ko daw. by next week, it'd be gone. [well if it's your (and my) party as well, then ill drink to that. hahaha.]

the 1st best part of the night was getting to sing.... again! ah, such a stress reliever. and lani and cj, thanks for the complement. hahaha. although i know i had some off notes for some of the songs. simply because i started to lose my voice early on. singing some of the songs sang in american idol felt good. hahaha. i know, feeler. but hey, at least for some time, i really felt like i was performing. hahahaha. if only i was given the gift. tsk tsk. the second best part of the night was... the drinking part. just that. it ends there. the time when i was already drunk was still good because, i know i was high, i was able to somehow bond with some of the blockmates i never really got the chance to talk to. and finally, the third best part? the part where we all got to swim. well not all. but most of us did. haaay. so much for the last block party. block composed of less than 15 people. hahaha.

now here comes the bad to worse to worst part. bad: i got drunk. worse: i was high, therefore, i had the nerve to spill almost everrrything about my, hrrm, love life. screw that. worst: puking all over myself and shivering for so long. gah, i dont wanna elaborate on that. that's like my most memorable party ever. and kelld's mom was right. at least it happened in their house. i dont know what the people, i.e., q people wouldve done had it happened in some public place. oh my. i wouldve put them under such great humiliation. lesson: dont take shots from jobo ever again! or else, i'll puke again. which is something i dont want to happen evvverrrr again. tsss.

have i made block history? geez. that was really one heck of a night. sad thing is, it seemed like i was the only victim. the one and only victim. i got all drunk. got all my secrets spilled. got hosed down because they couldnt bring me to the bathroom, because in the first place i mistakenly locked it when i peed earlier, or the pool, to get me cleaned up. so there, throwing up on the floor. nice. and shit.

another hilarious thing i did? i called up mike at around 2 in the morning using bern's mobile phone to tell him that jobo and i cant make it back to his place because "we are both drunkkkkk" while on the other line, he was insisting that he (jobo) can still come back. oh well, i dont know what happened next. all i can remember is, they were all making fun of me as i struggled for several hours, smelling like shit because of the puke, while my ass was freezing. (and i'm begging that the picture taken be not sent out in any of the egroups or get printed out, recopied... wait, i think i've just given people an idea about what to do with those pics. ah shit. hahaha.)

and oh, kellds called me this morning a cranky drunk. well you know, i wouldnt have been cranky if it werent for the people making fun of me. at least some of them left early. they didnt have to witness my story. by the way, a spot in my back hurts. maybe its because of leaning against the back of the chair for such a long time, while i was asleep and my stomach preparing to get me started on puking.

and so there goes my story of getting drunk for the first time. and there shouldnt be any second, nor third or fourth stories to tell.