You gotta try doing it half-drunk, for once.

I’m feeling rather light headed now; put me at the edge of something and I’d tip over, laughing and saying Oops. It’s thanks to the alcohol I was forced to drink earlier, at Mekz’s place, at small-esque party meant for someone that couldn’t make it (Bryan, who had the misfortune of catching food poisoning on his birthday. I’ve toasted for his health, twice).

Well, it was either I take the booze (Smirnoff or Mich’s Special Brew) or drink something nasty Mekz blended into juice. I’ll try to name the ingredients; bell peppers, cili padi, wasabi, bitter gourd, coriander, strawberry syrup and a whole bunch of other things; it tasted rather similarly to Coca’s steamboat chilli sauce, only that the taste lingers in your mouth and throat, and after the first time, I realised that if I drink it again I’d puke.

So I chose booze. Mostly. I drank them when I lose in the games we played. It’s not enough to get me drunk, but I’m feeling woozy and tipsy and since, as they say, among scholars even, that legendary writers of old like Shakespeare himself, wrote under the influence of alcohol/drugs, so I thought I’d give it a try, and see what comes out.

I’ll leave you to decide if it’s any different, for better or worse.

Now, today was a fun day. I drove down to Sunway Pyramid, and we ice skated until we grew tired and hungry. Pauline, the first timer, was improvingly very quickly. I was getting worse, but at least I didn’t fall as much. Haha. After that we had chicken and takoyaki for lunch, and after that dessert in BerryYogurt or YogurtBerry or whatever you call it.

Then the dinner, in which we played Guessture and Black Jack, the penalty being booze or the nasty stuff.

Gah, the aftertaste of it… thankfully, I’m not as red as I was afraid I’d be; the parents didn’t notice anything when I got home. If they had, I’d say I had wine as a toast and pray that I pass any drunken tests (which I may, considering that I can still write).

If anything else, I’m feeling rather sleepy right now. But I have this urge to stay up late, and then sneak into the kitchen and cook myself some Maggi.

Maybe I’ll do it.

Maybe I will.