I really am not into drinking. Well, I do drink occasionally but not that much actually. (Yeah, we’re talking about hard drinks here). Every time I drink, I always put in mind the consequences it may cause me if I get really drunk. First, I might have asthma attack; second, I might spill my deepest-buried secrets; and I might fall-off anywhere. But what happened to me yesterday was different and it wasn’t my first time to drink at home (or at least near our house). I was filled with a mixture of excitement and relief. Excitement because it was the first time (or like first time really) that I get to have fun with my little cousins, who are obviously no longer little (that includes my lil’ sis, gosh). Relief because I just had a bad day on the 29th, and I really felt like breaking out.
I won’t go into details what I took and how many glasses (uhmm….actually we used plastic cups, those that could hold a hundred mL I think, since our parents won’t let us use the shot glasses just because our tatays were the first ones to borrow). I felt really groggy after several cups, thus I stopped to go play Uno with my other cousins who quitted earlier because they just feel like it. But even I was tables away from those who are still on board, still they did not fail to intoxicate me by sending to my table a few more cups. I wasn’t supposed to drink it all (or that was what I said to myself before I did so). Then I felt really muzzy and shaky but I ignored it. I went playing Uno still until the rain came to tip us off to go home. I was already at the doorstep and was so proud of myself for not falling while I was on my way home, or so (my sister was with me all the while and was insisting that I walked like a cross-eyed…duh). In the end, I gave in. They (my Mom and sis) assisted me towards the dining table and gave me some tea to make me feel better (or was that tea? Oh, I forgot). After a few blurry chats, I went to my room and changed perhaps, said my good nights to everyone then…uhmm…I think that’s the time I went to sleep maybe.
To make the long story short, I dozed off. (lawsi)
I won’t go into details what I took and how many glasses (uhmm….actually we used plastic cups, those that could hold a hundred mL I think, since our parents won’t let us use the shot glasses just because our tatays were the first ones to borrow). I felt really groggy after several cups, thus I stopped to go play Uno with my other cousins who quitted earlier because they just feel like it. But even I was tables away from those who are still on board, still they did not fail to intoxicate me by sending to my table a few more cups. I wasn’t supposed to drink it all (or that was what I said to myself before I did so). Then I felt really muzzy and shaky but I ignored it. I went playing Uno still until the rain came to tip us off to go home. I was already at the doorstep and was so proud of myself for not falling while I was on my way home, or so (my sister was with me all the while and was insisting that I walked like a cross-eyed…duh). In the end, I gave in. They (my Mom and sis) assisted me towards the dining table and gave me some tea to make me feel better (or was that tea? Oh, I forgot). After a few blurry chats, I went to my room and changed perhaps, said my good nights to everyone then…uhmm…I think that’s the time I went to sleep maybe.
To make the long story short, I dozed off. (lawsi)
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