Morning
Good morning! Well, actually, afternoon.
Time seems to lose its meaning during holidays.
Ah well, here comes rain.
Monday, November 17, 2003
Someone get the Prozac.
Had to post this in the unlikely case of the crazy happenings during our band chalet gets whisked out of my head by the whirl of everyday life. (some of you were bugging me to post it anyway, so shut up and read.)
The first day was pretty uneventful, with the initial plan of letting ourselves get thrown about on the rides at Escape theme park being ruined by the discovery on our arrival, that the park only opened on weekends and school holidays. With nothing better to do, I was thinking that it was going to be a real boring night that day.
I couldnt have been further from the truth.
Someone suggested buying alcoholic drinks, and as usual, I was called upon to buy them. (Buy them, NOT pay for them)
Turned out that quite a few people (including me), miscalculated our alcohol threshold, and sent themselves into their own surreal world of drunkedness. I won't divulge the amount of alcohol I drank (I think I shouted it out loud enough in my drunk state), but I remember starting out with a slightly dizzy head, followed by the gradual failure of your balance system, after which, your whole mind goes into a dream world where your brain starts to process everything as a dream, and not as reality. Finally fell asleep in the room, after being dragged there from the living room floor.
Woke up the next morning to find myself wearing my sweater (huh?), and with a horrible nausea filling my head. For the next 3 days, the very smell of alcohol would make me feel nauseous again. Was told that I put on my sweater while sleepwalking at night (huh?) Wierd stuff.
Not much done on the second day, with some of us suffering from hangovers, and people like me, feeling like our legs and stomach had switched places, with our stomach feeling solid, and legs filled with kuey tiao. Recovered in time though, and the BBQ was a considerable success, everyone ate their fill of great food, and we even had so much food ( and so little people ) that we had to give some to our neighbouring barbequers. All because Cheryl didnt come! (Read the Pizza post to get my meaning.)
After that, we all gathered at the chalet, and they got drunk, again. This time, more interesting events happened. Shall not divulge into the details yah? I was sober though, couldn't take a drop more lest I eject my dinner prematurely.
I woke up on the third day feeling like the Energiser Bunny, with everyone except Sherman and I still fast asleep. Woke up everyone, showered, inventory check, packed, called housekeeping, checked out.
My hangover arrived duly on the 3rd day after that night, right on my work day.
Brilliant.
Had to post this in the unlikely case of the crazy happenings during our band chalet gets whisked out of my head by the whirl of everyday life. (some of you were bugging me to post it anyway, so shut up and read.)
The first day was pretty uneventful, with the initial plan of letting ourselves get thrown about on the rides at Escape theme park being ruined by the discovery on our arrival, that the park only opened on weekends and school holidays. With nothing better to do, I was thinking that it was going to be a real boring night that day.
I couldnt have been further from the truth.
Someone suggested buying alcoholic drinks, and as usual, I was called upon to buy them. (Buy them, NOT pay for them)
Turned out that quite a few people (including me), miscalculated our alcohol threshold, and sent themselves into their own surreal world of drunkedness. I won't divulge the amount of alcohol I drank (I think I shouted it out loud enough in my drunk state), but I remember starting out with a slightly dizzy head, followed by the gradual failure of your balance system, after which, your whole mind goes into a dream world where your brain starts to process everything as a dream, and not as reality. Finally fell asleep in the room, after being dragged there from the living room floor.
Woke up the next morning to find myself wearing my sweater (huh?), and with a horrible nausea filling my head. For the next 3 days, the very smell of alcohol would make me feel nauseous again. Was told that I put on my sweater while sleepwalking at night (huh?) Wierd stuff.
Not much done on the second day, with some of us suffering from hangovers, and people like me, feeling like our legs and stomach had switched places, with our stomach feeling solid, and legs filled with kuey tiao. Recovered in time though, and the BBQ was a considerable success, everyone ate their fill of great food, and we even had so much food ( and so little people ) that we had to give some to our neighbouring barbequers. All because Cheryl didnt come! (Read the Pizza post to get my meaning.)
After that, we all gathered at the chalet, and they got drunk, again. This time, more interesting events happened. Shall not divulge into the details yah? I was sober though, couldn't take a drop more lest I eject my dinner prematurely.
I woke up on the third day feeling like the Energiser Bunny, with everyone except Sherman and I still fast asleep. Woke up everyone, showered, inventory check, packed, called housekeeping, checked out.
My hangover arrived duly on the 3rd day after that night, right on my work day.
Brilliant.