Went for a drink with some colleagues after the boring company dinner. Maybe it was boring because we had the worst table location. Right behind a pillar. Or maybe because he is at my table too. Or maybe because it was a busy day.
Anyway, we head down to St James for a drink. I think I drank too much. Maybe because of stress lately. Or maybe not too good mood. At first it was still alright. Got quite high. In fact, never had this feeling for a long time already. I should had stop drinking when I got to that stage. But I didn’t. And the rest of the night was horrible. I puked in the toilet. I think this is the 4th time in my life that I puke after drinking.
Well, my colleagues didn’t know that I puked in the toilet. Anyway, they are also quite drunk already. So we went home. I shared a cab with 2 female colleagues living around my area. But seriously speaking, I couldn’t remember how I got up the cab. But 1 thing for sure, nobody helped me up the cab. And I slept in the cab.
So 1 colleague got off the cab at clementi. The other got off near my house. Left me alone. I don’t remember telling the taxi driver my street name. But I do remember directing him to my house. And I remember pointing left and telling him to turn right. And quickly correcting myself by saying “I mean this way”. And I manage to direct the driver to my carpark where I paid him. I don’t remember how much is the cab fare actually, but I do remember paying him and getting change.
Then I puke again at my void deck. After that, I took a lift, reach home and puke somemore at the toilet. Aaahh…..
Remind myself not to over drink next time. It would be a pleasant evening if I could stop drinking when I reached the high stage. Puking after drinking is very bad for the body. I’m still trying to recover from the damage I did to my body yesterday.
Anyway, I’ve proven yet again that I can go home on my own no matter how drunk I am.