18th january 2008, our last night together
the night kicked off with a bang (of a gun). a click. a tap. several splits, a handful of feathers and an army of half-naked men and women, prancing around onstage in their undergarments.
pop! six! squish! cicero! uh-uh! lipshitz!
sound familiar? yes indeed, we went to watch CHICAGO! the musical, at cambridge theatre. after that scintillating performance and simultaneous display of beautiful people/voices, we.. or at least i, felt the urge to spontaneously kick up my heels and start dancing along the streets - a concept not too foreign to me, but one that is likely to emerge only after a couple of drinks *grin*
which i had, and then some.
boys and girls, vodka + wine = NO x 100. remember this equation and remember it well, to avoid doing what i did (for as long as you live), which is... *drumroll*
......
PUKING ON A BUS.
but we'll get back to that later. post-chicago, we headed back to alex's to wait for love and danai, picking up some alcohol - from one of those shops around the corner - along the way. funny, i'd never been a fan of drinking pre-clubbing, usually reserving inebriation upon my arrival at the club, till now. mandi mixed up some vodka+orange for us, i had a glass or two, washed down by some wine (which tasted soo good i couldn't resist helping myself to more). uh-oh. note: mixing drinks is always a bad idea, pity i had to discover this the hard way.
anything after that is one big fat mess.
i remember leaving alex's, swigging the last bit of vodka straight from the bottle right before running into earl's court tube station, taking photos on the train (mandi smuggled alcohol in her coat or something like that right?), exiting god-knows-where, love and i singing "it's not a love song" at the top of our lungs (seriously, not even humming, we were practically yelling like bloody drunkards - well, me, not she) while walking arm in arm down the street to... somewhere.
honestly, i don't know where we were headed to or how we ended up where we did. in the past, when someone asked me if i was drunk, i could shrug it off easily because i was well aware i had never been completely-out-of-it before. high? yes. drunk? no.
now all there is left to say is: i have never been so drunk in my life.
i can't believe i had fun and the music wasn't even r&b/hiphop! i vaguely recall the red hot chilli peppers and us jumping up and down like mad. the following will be in point form because mandili clued me in the morning after, i don't actually remember this while it was happening.
fyi: i wondered what kept me going all night. now i know! we continued drinking at the club, i don't know what, except that it was a pinkish liquid, the colour of cranberry. given my state, i shouldn't have been allowed to get within a mile radius of anything remotely alcoholic, but i was, and i did.
1. i lost my balance for the millionth time and yanked on red&whitestripedshirt guy to stabilise myself, who turned around, gave us a funny smile and did some weird hand tugging action, supposedly imitating me
2. mandi nicked a blue cap off some guy's head. (i was told) i took it and promptly dropped it on floor.
3. mandi put ice down some guy's shirt.
4. i did some destiny's child-type-bootylicious-bum-movement (mandi described it as a standing up/vertical lapdance) on some dude. i was completely unaware he was right behind me! cute guy though, i heard. from iceland? (said mandi)
5. when lili and i went to the loo she heard me from the inside of the cubicle going "lili, i can't stand up!" and immediately started banging on my door, trying to get me out. i eventually managed to get my limbs to behave and exit the cubicle without having to break down the door.
6. i bumped into like 20 people, min. that night. lili kept running after me and apologising (oh god. *shakes head* i'm SO sorry) on my behalf
7. i kept falling backwards and reached out for support, lili leaned forward doing the hand actions as if she were reeling me in on a fishing line. cute.
people must've thought: trashed asian chick. though at that point, i was so far gone i doubt i could even tell you my name. i am SUCH a lightweight. tsk. mummy would NOT approve. well *shrugs* what she doesn't know won't hurt her.
we stayed till closing time. the lights went on. we got our coats and left. for some reason i was squatting outside the club? perhaps my feet were hurting from my new boots? lili remarked "we look like we're from mainland china." were we waiting for a bus? i don't know. i think we were.
the girls were about to get me a plastic bag because i started complaining "i'm not feeling well" when the bus came. we got on, i sat down and nodded off. the wobbliness (can't think of another word) of the bus kinda shook me awake. it was then i felt really sick. the girls had anticipated this the second we left the club and tied my hair up in preparation.
mandi: "sweetie, not in the aisle, do it on the inside." and so, i did the deed.
not my finest hour i admit. i am ashamed. this never would've happened in singapore. good thing london is so big, hopefully no one in that club/on that bus recognizes me. by the way, if you're thinking of puking on public tranport - take it from me, don't. hardly the most glamorous way to end a night out.
list of things to do before i die
best friend holding up hair as one throws up done.
losing my v-plate (vomit plate) in public done and done. double tick for that
we got off the bus. someone (either mandi/lili) magically appeared with water for me to wash out my mouth and hands. thank you so much. lili guarded me as i squatted on the floor, waiting for the girls to get back from buying food nearby. some guy walked past, offered us french fries and told lili "you should take her home." i think she just gave him a look. hee
when they returned, mandi told me i kept pleading "don't leave me.. don't leave" over and over while walking home, like a little lost puppy. she was afraid she had hurt me cause she literally clamped me to her side and dragged me home - i couldn't stand, let alone walk.
the grand finale
we made it back, safe and sound - in one piece (ref. to self) i took my shoes off, lay on the bed and that was it. all i know is, i was woken up later that morning, moaning "ugh. sunlight. pain." we rushed off to victoria and took the train home. i then spent half the day lying in bed, in complete darkness - curtains drawn, lights off - with a sudden aversion to loud noises, on the phone retelling the sordid tale to NGR, who laughed and exclaimed "YOU PISSHEAD!"
note: i think i was experiencing my virgin hangover.
the end.
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