Thursday, November 03, 2005
Stealthblog
It finally happened... re-minisce got pissed last night. For the first ever time in his life, he found himself doing the alco-puke which until then, he'd long heard about, but had been unable to attain - not for want of trying.
It wasn't as pleasant an experience as I imagined it would be.
I'm a twenty-unit guy, or at least that's the most I've ever imbibed at one sitting, without ill effect.
Methinks I might have crossed that line with a flying leap last night, thanks to a trio of rather nasty drinks C, a newly acquired friend (of LMDs, surprisingly enough) plied on me.
I should have smelled a rat when he smilingly toasted me with a pitcher, and sipped about a quarter of a sip from the jug while encouraging me to down his vile, vile concoction, which tasted suspiciously like four rather unpleasant clear liquours rolled into one, for the sake of it.
Me, I'm a bacardi person, yoho, yoho.
Anyhow, I'll leave the rest to your sordid imaginations. Suffice to say that I required great assistance walking after the puking, and it felt very surreal to finally be in my little half-speed fantasy... and not really enjoying it as much as I thought I would. (where's that happy buzz everyone keeps talking about?!?! I feel so cheated.)
Oh, and miss nine point something was there too. (ah, happy buzz)
I'll admit it, this whole numbers game I play - it's just a joke. It's not even mine... I picked it up off a bloke in the UK, and it stuck. It sounds so wonderfully superficial... so blase... so... Joey. (Friends)
It's good for a laugh. Well, my laugh anyway. Haha.
It's difficult to keep the joke up (ha. alcohol does that to a guy sometimes.) over time, so I'll shrug it off and speak my mind now - no numbers, no joke - in all seriousness... she's very attractive. Anyhow, miss nine point something (henceforth, Miss NPS) dropped me off, and I was so sloshed I didn't have the presence of mind to thank her (doh!) or tell her what a pleasure it was to see her again (doh!) or even to ask for her number (doh! doh! doh!)
Haruumph.
Oh, the evils of alcohol.
*****
Ah, but where are my manners?
Thank you, LMD, for bringing me out to meet your dodgy friends again. :) Oh, excuse me, are you a model?
Thank you, C, for sneaking me through the fast-track, for all the (manymanymany) drinks and your hospitality... and for those three toxic excuses for drinks, you bast.... nice man, I will repay you someday, somehow...
And thank you all three for baby sitting me after I crossed the threshold of sobriety (never thought I'd see the day), apparently leaving my legs behind at Velvet.... And for taking me out for bah ku teh, which was yummy.
And thank you Miss NPS for the lift home :)
*****
Now I can't get it out of my mind.
The images just keep floating back into my head, like little fluffy heart-shaped balloons.
I am smitten, I'll admit it. Maybe even a little bit in love. Oh, I feel verse entering my befuddled soul, the words cannot be stopped...
Ah, starry, starry night,
oh, love, love, love -
like a velvet spoon,
fairer than an apple corer,
or even an alcoholic moon,
alack, aday, melancholic malady
sigh swoon simper
and all that...
I must have...
... bah ku teh.
Now who's gonna volunteer to bring it down to me at work then. Pleeeeease?
*****
"Miss Nine Point Five will be there" she said.
He looked up. He'd like to write that he looked up sharply, but he has a funny feeling it just looked like him looking up.
He corrected her : "Nine point Something"
... must maintain a bit of mystique lah. Right anot.
*****
The Murder of Melody Chen - addendum (for Melody Chen)
Eh it wasn't imagination lah. It was faithfully chronicled ok. I is a powerful scribe. Think about it... LMDs explanation is all wrong. You accidentally hit a straw to your right, yah, it can land in some random babe's hair to your right. But how do you explain the martini splotch to the left?
*****
PS - I have discovered the hidden passageway to freedom! Muahahahahahahaha. Work has never been so much fun....
It wasn't as pleasant an experience as I imagined it would be.
I'm a twenty-unit guy, or at least that's the most I've ever imbibed at one sitting, without ill effect.
Methinks I might have crossed that line with a flying leap last night, thanks to a trio of rather nasty drinks C, a newly acquired friend (of LMDs, surprisingly enough) plied on me.
I should have smelled a rat when he smilingly toasted me with a pitcher, and sipped about a quarter of a sip from the jug while encouraging me to down his vile, vile concoction, which tasted suspiciously like four rather unpleasant clear liquours rolled into one, for the sake of it.
Me, I'm a bacardi person, yoho, yoho.
Anyhow, I'll leave the rest to your sordid imaginations. Suffice to say that I required great assistance walking after the puking, and it felt very surreal to finally be in my little half-speed fantasy... and not really enjoying it as much as I thought I would. (where's that happy buzz everyone keeps talking about?!?! I feel so cheated.)
Oh, and miss nine point something was there too. (ah, happy buzz)
I'll admit it, this whole numbers game I play - it's just a joke. It's not even mine... I picked it up off a bloke in the UK, and it stuck. It sounds so wonderfully superficial... so blase... so... Joey. (Friends)
It's good for a laugh. Well, my laugh anyway. Haha.
It's difficult to keep the joke up (ha. alcohol does that to a guy sometimes.) over time, so I'll shrug it off and speak my mind now - no numbers, no joke - in all seriousness... she's very attractive. Anyhow, miss nine point something (henceforth, Miss NPS) dropped me off, and I was so sloshed I didn't have the presence of mind to thank her (doh!) or tell her what a pleasure it was to see her again (doh!) or even to ask for her number (doh! doh! doh!)
Haruumph.
Oh, the evils of alcohol.
*****
Ah, but where are my manners?
Thank you, LMD, for bringing me out to meet your dodgy friends again. :) Oh, excuse me, are you a model?
Thank you, C, for sneaking me through the fast-track, for all the (manymanymany) drinks and your hospitality... and for those three toxic excuses for drinks, you bast.... nice man, I will repay you someday, somehow...
And thank you all three for baby sitting me after I crossed the threshold of sobriety (never thought I'd see the day), apparently leaving my legs behind at Velvet.... And for taking me out for bah ku teh, which was yummy.
And thank you Miss NPS for the lift home :)
*****
Now I can't get it out of my mind.
The images just keep floating back into my head, like little fluffy heart-shaped balloons.
I am smitten, I'll admit it. Maybe even a little bit in love. Oh, I feel verse entering my befuddled soul, the words cannot be stopped...
Ah, starry, starry night,
oh, love, love, love -
like a velvet spoon,
fairer than an apple corer,
or even an alcoholic moon,
alack, aday, melancholic malady
sigh swoon simper
and all that...
I must have...
... bah ku teh.
Now who's gonna volunteer to bring it down to me at work then. Pleeeeease?
*****
"Miss Nine Point Five will be there" she said.
He looked up. He'd like to write that he looked up sharply, but he has a funny feeling it just looked like him looking up.
He corrected her : "Nine point Something"
... must maintain a bit of mystique lah. Right anot.
*****
The Murder of Melody Chen - addendum (for Melody Chen)
Eh it wasn't imagination lah. It was faithfully chronicled ok. I is a powerful scribe. Think about it... LMDs explanation is all wrong. You accidentally hit a straw to your right, yah, it can land in some random babe's hair to your right. But how do you explain the martini splotch to the left?
*****
PS - I have discovered the hidden passageway to freedom! Muahahahahahahaha. Work has never been so much fun....
