Home again, drunk again, jiggety-jig...

Here's what happened the last 24 hours:

I got off my shift 4 am Saturday morning and proceeded to a videoke bar with my "Gunslinger" team mates.  It was Yvonne's birthday and she was treating us to a few drinks.  The name of the place is "Providence" (near DLSU) and you can read my review of the place later in the reviews section of this blog.

In the course of our merrymaking, I lost count of both (1) the number of bottles of beer I've consumed, and (2) the number of songs I sang.  I could distinctly recall counting five bottles, but I made the mistake of repeatedly joining a "bottoms-up" spree.  Any veteran drinker would know that the practice of pacing one's drinking to reduce the effects of alcohol impliedly forbids "bottoms-up" (which, in a manner of speaking, can be likened to leaping rather than pacing.)

As for the songs I sung, here are the ones I remember (in no particular order),

• Break it Down Again by Tears for Fears
  
• Day Tripper by The Beatles
  
• Somebody to Love by Queen
  
• Hard to Handle by The Black Crowes
  
• True by Spandau Ballet
  
• Silly Love Songs by Paul McCartney
• Gold by Spandau Ballet

I'm still trying to recall if I should include Hey Jude and Goodnight Girl in the list, or if I'm simply recalling a prior drunken videoke session.  But never mind.

At the end of it, at around 8 am or 9 am, I managed to hail a cab, slept most of the way home, and overpaid the cab driver by around P100.00.  I don't regret it though.  I'm thankful that I arrived home in one piece.  And contrary to what you might think (and despite my anti-cab driver article a few days back) I do give extra bucks in appreciation if I'm impressed with a particular cab driver's service.

It must have been 10 am when I got home, and simply slumped on the sofa.  I woke up some 4 hours later with the noise of my nephews and nieces chattering and running around.  My attempts to stand up and remove myself to my room were met by a very bad hangover.

Slept again and woke up at around 11 pm to eat, to go online and post this blog.  I was a bit disappointed to see my sister and my godson using the internet to play with an online tamagotchi, but I let them be.  I just had dinner first in the hope that they'll eventually finish.  Which they did, after an hour.  In the course of that one hour, in my hunger, I ended up eating 2 cups of rice, home-style pork and beans (with chorizo slices), and 2 cups of  strawberry ice cream.

It's almost 5 am now and I just finished a whole bag of Tempura crackers while typing this blog.

I miss being healthy.  Seriously.

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