for the first time in my life, I can finally proudly declare that I have been (yes, i am going use the word) "pissed" drunk!
It involved black-out, puking, screaming, collapsing on floor,
the experience, I have to say, was refreshing.
Since, well, in some weird twisted way, I have never done this before, nor of course have I experience before.
So I have returned from my weekend cruise in Singapore. Yay~~ *cloud nine*
I don't want to get off the ship. Why must all things good come to an end. *sob sob*
It was so dramatic, first we won money in the casino, not a lot, but not before we lost a wallet with IC, platinum credit card and all cash inside. o.O
And this was all after I got pissed drunk.
Back to my story.
This was what happened. At least what I thought it happened, according to my vague vague memory as of now.
On the first night, my baby wanted to sleep early due to exhaustion. So with a tad bit too much energy and very awake, I decided to take a stroll all around the cruise for a look see. Which ended up to be a 5 hours stroll.
I practically haunted the whole ship that night, watched a movie in the theater (alone T_T), visited the wine shop, walked through the photo gallery for our photos, up to the swimming pool at the top deck and finally, settling myself in the karaoke bar at 1:15am.
The Phillippino waitress came over and handed me a drink menu. I flipped open and saw their Happy Hour list, available from 1:30am - 3am. I thought, wow, what a deal. And they have house pour wine served in glasses for SGD7.50 to SGD8 each.
So I thought, yea, why not.
I ordered the white wine (bartender was nice to give it to me anyway despite it was before 1:30am) and sat down at the bar counter.
you know, one that looked like this?
To my surprise, it was a pretty decent white. Very easy to drink, smooth on the throat and fruity to my senses. I continued to take my sips and watched on.
There I was, sitting alone listening to old Singaporean uncles and several youngsters singing oldies in some tormented tones.
You know one thing about sitting alone in a karaoke bar.
Despite my confidence in my shameless self in expressing myself when it comes to singing in public on a mic, I found that it was an entire different case when there's no close audience sitting next to you to either cheer you on and go down to shame-ville together with you because of your awful singing.
No, it is quite a challenging thought to be singing to a whole group of strangers when you are sitting in the bar ALONE.
But what the heck, I was here I might as well shame myself once before I leave the ship.
So I decided to down another two glasses of my white (big mistake), proceeded to order another sparkling french white (bigger mistake), and requested a few songs (you know where this was going).
By 2:45am, I was singing loudly dancing around the bar with a few equally drunk funny Singaporean uncles to ....er..... well.. I can't remember what song, but I could bet my good dollar that it was something along the generation of "Oh Mandy" and "Superman".
3:00am, I took the final gulp of my 7th glass of wine (or my third red wine, note: these were full glass pours instead of half glass), grabbed my bag and left the bar. Alone.
I wobbled my way down the stairs, hit the lift button, headed down to deck 6, and wobbled all the way along the corridor back to my room.
The moment I walked through the door, I fell flat on the ground, not before calling out for my baby.
He jumped out of bed and sprung toward me in shock. Held me up to support me standing. He might have tried to get me to settle on my bed, but I was feeling really drowsy I refused to obey.
Next thing I knew, I was bending myself puking all over the toilet sink, stomping on the ground every now and then when there's nothing left to puke, only to puke more when the urge emerged.
There were flashes of images where I was kneeling over the floor to get over my dizzyness/headache (I don't really know what the feeling was or how to describe it, but it was quite horrible).
Then one final puke, I stepped outside the toilet and hit flat on my bed sound asleep.
Which I thought happened between 3 ~ 5am.
O, how wrong was I.
Because when I woke up that day, it was already 12:30pm (dang!). He sat next to me and the room was a mess!!!
He told me that I puked almost everywhere, and proceeded to point the landmarks I planted, on the carpet, in the toilet, all over my clothes and I even clogged up the toilet sinks with the vege that came out from my stomach.
Puked five times. Passed out six times.
In accordance, this was what exactly happened that night at 3am.
Walked through the door, passed out.
Carried to bed. 10 mins, woke up, fell off the bed. Hit my arm. Carried to toilet, puked. Came out, passed out on floor.
Woke up, carried to toilet, puked even more, puked on him too. Hit forehead on sink tab. Came out, passed out on floor again.
4am. Woke up, went to toilet. Puked while sitting on toilet.
Came out, passed out on floor. Curled into ball. 30 mins.
Woke up, wanted to puke, couldn't move. Was brought a bucket, puked in bucket, filled the bucket. Brought a second bucket, continue puking.
Laid flat on floor, passed out. 45 mins.
Woke up, turned head to drawer, pulled out drawer, place my head over drawer, slept for a while, woke up, drool into the drawer, blew nose mucus into drawer. Passed out on floor.
Woke up, carried to toilet, attempted to puke. Came out, flopped on bed. And never woke up.
So basically. I was sleeping on the floor from 7am-9am. And slept on the bed thereafter till 12:30am and have no recollection of what happened after 4am.
Ermmm... That explaines the bruises I got on my forehead and arm.