No Thank You, Soju!
I was already feeling very tipsy, wobbling from side to side not even Ms. Supsup can trounce.
Yeah, I had about 10 shots of soju.
That poison of a drink which made me laugh my head off when I see people who had too much of this.
For two years since it was introduced to the group, every party warranted a soju - a bottomless stock of this clear, pure toxin.
And for two years I have made fun of those guys who came, drank, puked, and got wasted after.
I remembered my first time I got wasted from another occasion with the popular Mindoro sling. It was one of the worst feelings one could ever have: the spinning vision, the nauseating state, the shaking knees, the throw-ups. Yeah, disgusting and I never wanted to feel that way again, ever.
But how could I resist such beautifully-carved topless men? Where each serving means another smile from them?
I surely can't. Especially you, you bald guy. Even though you're straight.
Imagine 10 shots. Every invite, I drink.
The most I had was five shots and that was my limit.
By the 6th I was talking very rapidly, the 7th I was walking with a little wobble, by the 8th I was talking mostly without sense and more wobbly, the 9th made me shut up and stay still, by the 10th I found myself going to a corner and throwing up, which, by the way, was not how I wanted people there to see me.
JB, the send-off party celebrant, already passed out on the corner of a couch and JP told me he will drop DI to his home in Paranaque.
Bingo!
The party was really, really fun and this is coming from a guy who never liked KTVs and sing-along celebrations but this one was very different and festive. But I had to leave.
And so there I was inside the car, holding a plastic bag near my mouth - just in case.
Ugh. Destroyed.
Yeah, I had about 10 shots of soju.
That poison of a drink which made me laugh my head off when I see people who had too much of this.
For two years since it was introduced to the group, every party warranted a soju - a bottomless stock of this clear, pure toxin.
And for two years I have made fun of those guys who came, drank, puked, and got wasted after.
I remembered my first time I got wasted from another occasion with the popular Mindoro sling. It was one of the worst feelings one could ever have: the spinning vision, the nauseating state, the shaking knees, the throw-ups. Yeah, disgusting and I never wanted to feel that way again, ever.
But how could I resist such beautifully-carved topless men? Where each serving means another smile from them?
I surely can't. Especially you, you bald guy. Even though you're straight.
Imagine 10 shots. Every invite, I drink.
The most I had was five shots and that was my limit.
By the 6th I was talking very rapidly, the 7th I was walking with a little wobble, by the 8th I was talking mostly without sense and more wobbly, the 9th made me shut up and stay still, by the 10th I found myself going to a corner and throwing up, which, by the way, was not how I wanted people there to see me.
JB, the send-off party celebrant, already passed out on the corner of a couch and JP told me he will drop DI to his home in Paranaque.
Bingo!
The party was really, really fun and this is coming from a guy who never liked KTVs and sing-along celebrations but this one was very different and festive. But I had to leave.
And so there I was inside the car, holding a plastic bag near my mouth - just in case.
Ugh. Destroyed.
I think almost everyone got wasted that night. :p
ReplyDeleteSo, soju is this destructive. LOL
ReplyDeleteAww. Party is kainggit [any kind of driking party, actually]. I haven't been in any for two years now.
*Vince - don't tell me you went home drunk too? Hahaha!
ReplyDelete*the green breaker - yes,apparently it's that much of a traitor. :) You should join us sometime.
How come I never get to see you so wasted? Is it because I pass out before you do? :))
ReplyDeleteLet's party soon. For real, I swear. Just let October pass. I owe you this one. :)
*Ryan - that's because I never drink too much. Apparently, the last one was a one-time exception.
ReplyDeleteOur plan since God-knows-when haven't really materialized. Soon Ryan.