Last night at Siam
Siam (Supperclub) is sucha nice place to chill. No crowd, free flow from 8-10pm, attentive service, nice low temperature, strong drinks, cheap snacks/food and cosy dim atmosphere. Really, what more can one asks for?
However, we went over to Eastside after we're done with our drinks because the music at Siam was horrible. The DJ was lousy at changing tracks and ergo, our mood was affected. Anticlimatic.
We didn't appreciate the music genre too, so more reason to move on. The genre was S.H.I.T by the way. At least that's what I think.
We painted the town red though and had too many laughs. Company was good.
By 2am, I was already wiped out and ready to head home. I am not usually the one to suggest going home but I did last night. I felt poorly and looked like death warmed over. The effect of the dreaded white liquor.
I had mostly vodka (and only a bottle of Heiney). Those who are close to me know that vodka kills me. I cannot take white liquor. I take a chance with vodka sometimes but I stay the hell away from gin.
I am afterall a Whiskey girl. Dark liquor kicks ass!
So after the seventh glass of vodka, I knew I had enough. I wasn't exactly liquored up but I felt really nasty. There was an uncomfortable tightness in my chest and multiple lumps in my throat. I wanted to throw up but I couldn't. I saw my life flashed by and I knew I had to call it a night.
Fortunately, I was with this group who never say no to an early night. Kenneth sent me and Faith home and once home, I felt worse.
I couldn't act sober because I was feeling too terrible to even try. My mum was none too pleased and reminded me to take care of my health. I threw up twice and then had myself a nice hot shower.
J called and I was telling him my 'last words' because I was convinced the vodka would ultimately literally kill me. I kept on telling him I was feeling miserable and dreading the hangover the next day, totally forgetting that vodka never gives hangies.
I woke up the next day, feeling extremely normal. No hangies! I swore my head hurt a tad when I sprung out of bed though. But hell, at least my food didn't taste like mud! Yay!
Life is always a trade-off. You can see it in the simplest of things.
Feel miserable with vodka but suffer no hangover?
Or feel good with whiskey and suffer a shitova hangover?
However, we went over to Eastside after we're done with our drinks because the music at Siam was horrible. The DJ was lousy at changing tracks and ergo, our mood was affected. Anticlimatic.
We didn't appreciate the music genre too, so more reason to move on. The genre was S.H.I.T by the way. At least that's what I think.
We painted the town red though and had too many laughs. Company was good.
By 2am, I was already wiped out and ready to head home. I am not usually the one to suggest going home but I did last night. I felt poorly and looked like death warmed over. The effect of the dreaded white liquor.
I had mostly vodka (and only a bottle of Heiney). Those who are close to me know that vodka kills me. I cannot take white liquor. I take a chance with vodka sometimes but I stay the hell away from gin.
I am afterall a Whiskey girl. Dark liquor kicks ass!
So after the seventh glass of vodka, I knew I had enough. I wasn't exactly liquored up but I felt really nasty. There was an uncomfortable tightness in my chest and multiple lumps in my throat. I wanted to throw up but I couldn't. I saw my life flashed by and I knew I had to call it a night.
Fortunately, I was with this group who never say no to an early night. Kenneth sent me and Faith home and once home, I felt worse.
I couldn't act sober because I was feeling too terrible to even try. My mum was none too pleased and reminded me to take care of my health. I threw up twice and then had myself a nice hot shower.
J called and I was telling him my 'last words' because I was convinced the vodka would ultimately literally kill me. I kept on telling him I was feeling miserable and dreading the hangover the next day, totally forgetting that vodka never gives hangies.
I woke up the next day, feeling extremely normal. No hangies! I swore my head hurt a tad when I sprung out of bed though. But hell, at least my food didn't taste like mud! Yay!
Life is always a trade-off. You can see it in the simplest of things.
Feel miserable with vodka but suffer no hangover?
Or feel good with whiskey and suffer a shitova hangover?
posted by Sharry at 3:26:00 PM
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