To be able to celebrate the adjournment of candidacies and exams, One Phine Day decided to spend the night out in Makati. After dinner at Abe c/o Dindin, JF, Tomi, Mikka and Migz, some of us (including moi) wanted to just go home and rest since it was already pretty late. May and Nic, however, still wanted to stay out (and have fun!) so they proposed that we go to Pier1, a restobar at the Fort.
After all the walking, the talking, the calling for and pushing of drinks, the drinking, and talking and drinking, and talking and drinking, I suddenly felt that I could no longer hold my head straight up. Shucks, Im tipsy, I thought. I was completely aware of what was happening around me though, so I wasn't sure if my lightheadedness was due to my going overboard with drinking or to merely my being sleepy. Whichever. All I know was that I badly wanted to throw up (but I can't!) and I did NOT want to do anything I might regret later.
And so the night ended. For me, at least. With the help of my dear brods and sisses, I managed to go to Mikka's and sleep soundly, still dirty and smelly but safe nonetheless. The following morning I still did not feel completely well, and instead of listening to the long lectures, I was recounting then what happened to me the night before.
Perhaps what happened to me wasn't new at all for others, but it was for me, and it sort of affected me. It was my first time to feel that way after drinking (well, it was only my second time to take in that much alcohol) and I was disappointed because, if you know me, you'll know that I have always disputed drinking. I realized that it was sooo hard to resist the egging on of your company in those kind of situations and that it was sooo easy to lose control over your actions when you are tipsy but it is NOT inevitable (or siguro kulang pa yung nainom ko. :P).
On the other hand, I know for a fact that the prodding of Jason, JF, Clint and Kevin wasnt the sole reason why I drank two bottles of Gilbey's, one glass of wengweng and another of kamikaze. For one, since I have never gone that far, I actually did want to test my limit. :P Secondly, I trust the people I am with, so much that I loosened my grip and let go a little.
My confidence to these people wasn't put to waste. Although I was groggy at that time, I remember very well that Joshua drank the last few gulps of my second Gilbey's bottle to spare me from the additional alcohol. Nil gladly offered his shoulder while sharing something he wouldn't have shared to me if he knew I wasn't drunk. :P CJ accompanied me to the bathroom, at the corner table and to the car on the way home. She even made sure I was fine in the car before joining the others. Pat, Panic, Ace and a few other girls encouraged me to try to barf so that I could feel a little better. Nic also (and another person na di ko na matandaan!) offered a glass of water so as to help me get rid of the booze. Jason, JF, Clint, Mik, Pat and Marisse incessantly asked if Im ok. JF lent his hand on the way out of Pier1 and his car to drive us home. Kevin and Alex were in the car with us on our way back to Manila. Alex put up with my swaying and accompanied me all the way to Mikka's couch. I found out the morning after that Mikka set up the fan for us and that Rita held back her desire to take a picture of me while I was sleeping with my party dress on. And to fill my gratitude to the brim, Charles was there the next day to listen to my boring stories and to be with me on my way home. :)
Although I have said that I am saying no to alcohol from now on (or if it is inescapable, Ill only have one bottle or glass of whatever is offered to me), on the back of my head, I will always know that I can and might loosen up a bit, that is, if I'm with OPD. :)
*done blabbing.
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