my weekend summarized
Have been real occupied since Friday night and finally woke up today as a free man.
Friday night.
Supposed to be an innocent night of simple outing with the guys at a local karaoke joint - you know, to flex my golden voice of mesmerizing and stuff. But instead of all that, it turned out to be a record breaking event of following :
- the night that we drank most beer in our partying history - 6 active person downing 22 over large jugs of beer.
- the longest karaoke event ever - 7pm till over 3am. That’s roughly the amount of time taken to fly from Tokyo to Los Angeles.
We were so blitzed that we actually kidnapped the bouncer of that karaoke joint and forced him to down 5 glasses of beer straight before we releases him. He was later found hiding in a dark secluded vacant karaoke room hiding from us.
End of the night - 2 casualties. They barfed their biles out and crashed without gaining consciousness (no, I’m not one of them).
Saturday morning.
I woke the next morning at 8 am with a really bad headache and drove to work. I smelled of alcohol and looked like a dude who’s having a financial crisis. I was slow at work, and was rubbing medicated oil on my head frantically from time to time. Headache sucks.
Saturday afternoon.
Got home and crashed. I dreamt of horrifying stuffs - of me losing my voice and diagnosed with the Armstrong syndrome (the guy who sang What A Wonderful World).
Armstrong syndrome = a very coarse voice with a lot of phlegm inside one’s throat.
Saturday evening
I woke up at 6.30pm. I was suppose to be at my grandpa’s place at 6.30pm. There’s a family dinner or something that my mom had asked me to join. I had to get dressed and ready pronto, then rushed to meet them up.
I drove dangerously and recklessly on the road. People hated me.
Saturday night
Ayamas messaged if I wanted to party and drink like a fish. I told him that I still haven’t changed back to my original human form .. from drinking like a fish on the previous night… and declined.
After fetching those bunch of senior citizens home, another division of the guys called for a hang out at Sega Fredo for some really expensive beverages - which, out of my addled brain, I joined them.
Hung out way past midnight, reached home at almost 1 am and crashed again.
I felt so exhausted. I used to be able to do way better than this. Signs of old age.