The Ripped Soul

Okay. Pump room.

I had two lychee martinis before I came over.

The moment I arrived, I remember asking the bouncer if Orlando is around, I'm with a group of people, pax 20, under the name of Sam or Diz. He talked to someone and they let me through, and the first person I remember seeing is Anna, then Clarence.

She hugged me wishing me happy birthday and I sat next to her before I shook Clarence's hand. Then Sam and Diz came along, they gave me my birthday kisses and wishes [ha!] and THEN..... they asked what drink I'd like. So I ordered a Corona, and back it came with a Salitas. HAHAHA.

Filipino Corona, according to Diz, and I burst out laughing. Cheers all around, a clink of glasses, and then I drank my beer.

Clarence then said the next time I have to cheers with everyone one by one and drink up.

Irene came next, cheered with everyone again ONE by ONE and finished it up. When the beer finished, then came the ale. Drank one? Two? glasses until Isha texted. Picked Isha up with the guys, and had ANOTHER round when they came back.

This time, Rene, Sam, Diz, Anna, Clarence, Isha, Vic.

Picked Ril up.

Came back, ANOTHER round. Rene, Sam, Diz, Anna, Clarence, Isha, Vic, Ril.

One by one.

Redbull whiskey, scottish ale, whiskey neat....

When Alan came, he put another glass infront of me.

Alan, Kat, Melv, Rene, Sam, Diz, Anna, Clarence, Isha, Vic.

Happy birthday song, another round.

Went dancing after that. I could STILL dance. LOL.

Diz interrupted Isha dancing with me and said the birthday girl needs to have a drink and a picture.

Flaming Lambo.
Half glass whiskey.

K'Oed.

2 lychee martinis + 1 Salitas + handful of glasses of ale + 27 glasses of mixtures + Flaming Lamborghini + half glass of neat whiskey = KNOCK THE MOTHERFUCK OUT

....Christ.

Apparently after I got drunk right.... I vomitted.

Apparently the girls dragged me to the cubicle, where I vomitted again.
Apparently I touched someone's piss in the toilet.
Apparently the girls didn't wash my hands. Thanks, really.
Apparently Isha slapped me, and I was SO wasted that I couldn't open my eyes.
Apparently Sam came in and told them to be quiet because they couldn't stop laughing and it wasn't funny.
Apparently Sam smacked me as well.
Apparently THIS WAS ALL CAUGHT ON VIDEO.
Apparently my upper management wanted to use the washroom but because of the smell in the toilet, she couldn't go either.
Apparently my manager found it all so damn amusing.
Apparently Isha wiped the top of my shirt with some soap from the dispenser. There goes my $80 shirt.
Apparently someone stuffed my mouth with 5 tictacs and a handful of sour plums.
Apparently NO ONE offered to wash my mouth.
Apparently I kept knocking my head against the wooden toilet door trying to open it. HAHAHAHA. That fucking explains the headache.
Apparently they helped me out and I sat down.
Apparently I WAS HUGGING ANNA THE ENTIRE NIGHT OMFG
Apparently when Diz asked me to dance again, I STILL WENT
Apparently my eyes were closed the entire night, but I was smiling, and I could still dance.
Apparently I was gone by the time I went back after that.
Apparently when my Chef tried to take me out to the cab.. this is what happened.

Rick: jess, time to go..
me: okay.... *plop back on sofa*
Rick: jess.. c'mon let's go
me: okay... *plop back again*
Rick: jess...
me: okay, okay.. *plop*

And apparently they had to help me up to go outside.
Apparently someone stuffed clorets in my mouth but I hated the taste of the mint so I spat it out.
Apparently they dragged me out to the cab and I landed up at Anna's.

...

And for everything that happened at Anna's, only she knows what happened. Because I can't remember anything except her screaming at the dog to be quiet.. her cleaning me up, how i landed on her bed I have no idea.. then waking up still woozy and drunk and wondering where the fuck i was and asking her who she was because i couldn't recognize her in the dark.

Then wanting to leave but she told me to stay, and then leaving in the morning and feeling like a lost kid because I didn't know how I got there, let alone know how to get out.

Lol.

Me and my fascinating stories when I'm drunk.... God what a good laugh it was when we drank last night after work. Never laughed so hard in my life.

Can't believe that was all me on Tuesday night. Christ.