Cureless

What happened yesterday evening (or was it early this morning) was the most embarassing thing that happened to me in the past 2 years. My seniors planned on going out during the night because it was Ma’am Abby’s birthday. I tagged along, impressed by the idea that we’ll be going to this particular comedy bar in Araneta Center.

It wasn’t my first time to drink with friends outside home boundaries. But I would probably succumb to the idea that it was my relative inexperience with alcoholic beverages that caused me great trouble and embarassment. I had never gone out of my home and drank more than one bottle of beer.

To make the embarassing story short, I simply got super dizzy after drinking half of the second bottle of beer. I was starting to lay my head on the table. My companions kept on urging me not to slump and gave me a glass of water, which I immediately sipped. I felt the need to proceed to the washroom. The acids in my mouth weren’t acting weird yet.

My fault was I stayed for a few seconds more on that darn table. I began to salivate uncontrollably. After around two seconds I puked three times filling the table and the floor below with poor undigested contents of my stomach… Eeeeeewww… To think that I didn’t even eat heavy for dinner…

I felt sorry for the waiter who cleared my mess… and probably for myself for not thoroughly enjoying the night.