Drink, Drank, Drunk

I never really know how much alcohol i can have before i hit my limit. Because there's always this voice inside me reminding me not to have too much to drink. No matter how bad the situation was, i always manage to make my way home after drinking. Puking is another story. Many of a time, i drank so much i puked like there was no tomorrow. I do have bad experience with alcohol, but i still enjoy a little alcohol in my life.

But nothing i've gone through prepared me for last night.....

I was at a company function last night, a dinner at a pretty good restaraunt at Regent Hotel. There was quite a lot of important guest and i was pretty busy introducing myself to some customers that i've been working with always through the phone and emails but never face to face. Cocktails were served at the door and i had a few before the actual dinner started. The moment i sat down at my seat, one of my Sales guys looked at me and went "Mel, red wine for you right?" and he happily got the waitress to get me a glass before i even had a chance to react. My first glass was Merlot and it tasted ok, year 2005 harvest i presume. My second and third glass was Merlot too until the restaraunt decided that they had served enough Merlot (they ran out of it) and started serving Cabinet Sauvignon and i had a few more glasses before my face blushed like a tomato. My boss came over and gave a tap on my should asking me if i'm alright and i replied that i'm ok. Then he went on cracking jokes about how its not going to be ok for him later when he give me a ride home cos if we do get stop at any road blocks along the way, the cops will probably think he drank a lot too. (All my bosses and colleagues love to joke around) We went on with our dinner till the end, sent off the guests and decided that we shouldn't call it a day with having another bottle of Chivas. I swear when the bottle appeared in front of me, it seemed like the beginning of a nightmare. Well, we drank, finished the bottle and all left for home. Thats when i called Ren to comfirm plans for today, "surprisingly" to discover that Ren and Rose quarelled again. AND this time its bad.

So happily i took a quick shower and went over to Rose's place. Got into the house and listened to the story that took place before making comments. Then Ren decided to pack up, and i had to leave with him cos i dun want anything bad to happen. We then went to the nearby coffee shop where Brian ordered beer......

So the same story goes over again, i drank the beer, feel the pinch in my tummy and continue to drink. (i only drank a bit of the 3 bottles of beer they bought).

Killer came this morning when i woke up. My tummy twitched bad and i didn't have any appetite till now.

Thus, moral of the story is drink till you drop, but never mix the kind of alcohol you drink. It WILL do you bad......