Types of drunk friends Part One; The Newbie

Happy New Year 2018!

What kind of New Year Eve's people are you? Are you the one who do terrible things in bars? Or throwing an old-fashioned house party? Are you the guy who likes to lead the champagne toast? Or are you the super-hot midnight kisser who choose to have an intimate New Year Eve?

Or maybe, you just stay at home scanning on social media which keeps popping New Year Eve's update, watching New Year Eve's films on HBO, and sometimes get distracted by your purring cats demand you to pet them? Well, that's me. No, I'm not a geek, or a loner. Not even I hate party, avoid drinking, or anti-social. This is just how I spend it, for over 3 years. I used to be the party goer, I can't miss any single festive season by not-drinking-the-whole-night-long or simply not-being-in-a-crowd. I used to love it. a lot! Maybe I just get bored of all those stuff now, but let me share some crazy nights I spent with some friends, colleagues, or some random people,  how did we drink our ass off, how do we laugh at our drunk friends, and how do we survived.

I can't share much of how I get drunk, we mostly can't clearly remember, right? Although most of my drinking friends give me a credit as the-last-man-standing-no-matter-how-hard-the-party-is. So this time I'm sharing what I can recall from the party; how I mostly be the one who babysit them.

Types of Drunk Friends - according to my experience.

The Newbie
First-time-drunk mostly came out from the broken heart. Yes, as cliche as it sounds. Back to more than a decade ago, when I still lived in my hometown. Me and my childhood bestie went to the club to enhance our broken heart phase. I didn't break-up at that time, but my boyfriend went to jail of drugs, so it broke my heart. My bestie, a stay-at-home type of girl, just ended her love-story the hard way, her boyfriend gone without a word and dated new girl just like that. That was the boyfriend she loved the most, to the moon-and-back for years and she had sacrificed most of all valuable things she had in life for him.
Talking about her drinking experience, she had several times drinking with friends (and me), and her boyfriend, of course, but those were all just the light drinking experience on a comfy couch or in a bed with cards or board games or just with some good laughs until we fell asleep.
I wasn't sure whether we properly planned to drink a lot that night. But we did. My friend got so excited, she requests to the band to sing all the broken-heart songs. We sang our heart out and keep toasting glasses we had in our hand. We sat in the bar at that time. It's always a lot easier for girls to get free drinks when they sit in a bar, it's like one of girls privilege or something? lol.
After a couple of songs passed, she began to drink faster and faster and insists me to glass-toasting until I can't hold to pee. So I asked her to go to toilet with me (another typical girl thing, they don't go to toilet alone). We cheerfully walked to the toilet and keep giggling while we pee. I washed my hands and wait for her to come out, but I slowly realized that I waited too long.
I started to call her name but she didn't reply, so I smashed the door and found her sitting there like a stone. "why didn't you get up if you finished peeing?" she just stare at me but didn't answer. That was the time I knew she had enough of drinks.
I helped her vomit for a while, then she start to weep. But I don't like a drunk weeping friend, so I start to make some jokes so we laughed again. We're back to the bar and just few minutes later she's gone to a deep sleep in the bar. I was still at my comfort-phase of half-drunk, so I continue enjoying the band and had a chat with the bartender for couple more glasses, until suddenly my friend shake my arm with a sick-face. I got panic attack. I didn't want her to puke in the bar so I pull myself together to drag her to the toilet. It's not easy at all, when you got to carry on your super drunk friend to walk to the toilet, while you're fuckin high... you could barely even feel your own feet! When I almost make it to the toilet, I lost my bestie for a few seconds, somehow she just slipped out from my arms. I found her grabbed by some guy, so scary, here's the situation:
She looked like dropping her body, with eyes fully closed, to a guy's arms, and he almost kissed her. He's with his friends, all men, and I was still so high and trying hard to stand firmly, so it scared me the hell out to just go in there to steal my unconscious friend back to me, because i most-likely would fall like my friend by just a little push.
I must say to you that I'm proud of my brain that's still working well that night though I was bloody tipsy. I walked into the guys, don't mind my unsteady move, roughly grab my sleeping friend, squeeze her tight in my arms, and push the guy in rough way "she's mine, go find some straight girls".
That's it. I stayed at the toilet for a while,with my friend who unstoppably vomit until she totally passed out. I helped her walk outside. Some girls from the toilet helped me finding the taxi, and while waiting for the taxi, my unconscious friend completely dropped her entire body to me, I tried so hard to kept her from falling so we looked like hugging in a varied positions. Inside the taxi, my friend kept vomiting and I had to move my body front to cover her face from the taxi driver, because if the taxi driver saw her puking he must have thrown us out from the taxi. I didn't have much energy left to find another way home so that's what I did. move my body to the front, covering my friend's face with my head while wiping her face with tissues.I realized it's an  odd action, from the taxi driver's point of view.
In the morning I said to my friend that turns out drinking in the club with her, especially when broken heart, is definitely a bad idea. Because of figuring her keep-falling and keep-dropping-body drunk behaviour, we would loss a lot of chance to get rebound guy, as people saw us as a very hot lesbian couple last night.

SCAMTT 2

You're always lyrical.
Always elevate me to the imposition sublime.
Immersed in exotic illusion~
of delicious ambiguity.
Seduction begins in mind~
A chance to find fire and wine.
And your songs recite~
Tutor me tonight,

SCAMTT

It's only a bit of fun
if with that special someone,
no rules or boundaries,
carnal pleasures it must appease.
The magical power of imagination, 
with a helping hand for  gratification.

A simple pleasure, free to play
though not for all I hasten to say,
For us it bridges the miles apart
And a reason too good not to impart.

#Alterego #Imagination #Delusional 

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I had a dream that we made up

Happy

I had a dream that we'd made up

Just a dream,  unluckily.

I had a dream that's so cutie

And I was intriguingly sappy

One dream that you had me

I had a dream that we made up

Best dream ever, but I woke up.

It's Me Versus The High Class Society

Hi.
It's been... three years?!?

Dang I must have been very busy enjoying life til I missed this blog.

Tonight I feel terrible. But then I remember I got you. So, hi.... it's me, again. Got some stories to post.

Back to November. I was nervous. yet terribly excited. It was my first day in this company - which is lately I called it Kingdom of Fake Faces, It's one of the biggest and most prestigious retail company in my country, I've known for so long, since I was working in one of lifestyle publications, and this company I work now was one of my biggest clients.

Doesn't take too long to realize, I'm fucked up.
I'm so fucked up around the environment and I know I won't fit in.
It's been 4 years being so comfortable working with my inner circle where you can be just yourself.
This company holds dozens of high end watched, jewelry, and fashion brands, so do the Marketing people are looking so goddamn luxurious.
that gets on my nerves already. you know, me. extravagant has never been my style. never been my choice.   And I can't afford that too, to be honest. The only person who has ever thought I was luxurious,was my mother in law, at the first time I met her. And I never know - until now, why the hell she thought I was glam! But then she realized that she was wrong, so wrong. lol.
Looking deeper from the appearance, This High Class Society are more complicated  on the inside. They never take anything easy.

Moving on. I know I'm not going to catch up the extravagant lifestyle cause I am here to earn money. But, hold on..... not that easy. Never easy to keep being you, in a different society. It's hard to get accepted, if you're not like them. They talk about me, make jokes on me, get annoyed by my bouncy fat movement, and laughed at me a lot. I never really care about it, I know I'm different. I look like little people while they compete to look like disney princess. Blah I hate disney princess (except little mermaid). But I know, they talk about each other behind. So complicated.

There's another one. I call it Miranda Priestly. she is the vice president. She really looks like the devil wears chanel (because Prada is not under this company). She is very smart, a real multi tasker professional, yet demonic and subjective.

Yesterday was my very first event. The team were not really active and helpful so I was overwhelmed. Anyway, I dressed like a princess yesterday. I borrow the dress from my friend. And again, they talked about it. I don't get it why do they love to judge a lot. When I dress like a peasant ( I dress casual actually, but since it's not branded, and because my body is a bit overweight so I look like peasant to them), they make jokes. When I dressed properly, they make jokes too.

After a long and stressful event, I woke up late the morning after. Friday, anyway, so fuck it. I'm back to myself, a peasant (to them). I didn't do my hair and didn't do make up, fuck it. And here comes the tragic scene. One of the public enemy is resigned. She bid a farewell dinner. I was invited so I go. I was quite surprised why people wore black dress and anything fancy. Like they always do. And then suddenly the devil wears chanel appeared. And she sat right in front of me. People started to kiss her ass. Talking sweet and flattering her. I look at my self. My messy pony tail. My oily face, and oh, I just recalled why they were rushing in putting lipstick on. My lips were pale. But the VP was nice, Until we took picture together. I looked like a pig, among the disney princesses. Maybe i was a princess too, princess fiona. and then i made the table messed up because I failed the table manner. That's quite stressful. And the VP started to stare at me with that intimidating look. I promise my self a glass of beer after this fucking dinner.

After a long walk, I couldn't get the beer. All cafe were full and the my phone battery low. I got home stifled and tried to tell the story to my husband, but ended up once again being cornered by his judgement to me as a lazy pig never put any effort to look proper.

What is NUMB ?

NUMB is
Feeling sorry to myself for missing you already.

Forget About The Pain