Awesome. It’s Graham’s really belated party at Thai Bar tonight. (actually, last night and this morning - but who’s counting?) His entourage is much bigger than what was supposedly a pathetic trip the previous time (I wasn’t there, so I dunno).
Lots of alcohol (JD, mostly), and a lot of people were there. Graham, Lionel, Troll, Fish, Bas, Sharon, Nicole (Sharon’s housemate), Clara and even Peter (who appeared out of nowhere half-drunk). And lots of other random people.
Almost everyone died. Seriously (Sonny, 2008).
Guess what? I’m one of the few people left standing! Probably because I’m one of the designated drivers. But still - it’s one of those rare times where I’m not puking my guts out.
I ended up being UNICEF for the night. Seriously, it was like a freaking warzone downstairs. Everyone was lying everywhere and there was puke all over the floor (usually by this point I’d be too drunk/fucked up to notice). =\
An eye-opener to say the least. I get to play caretaker for once.
We decided to convoy home. But then one of the cars sped off (Sharon, why the hell did you drive so fast? buang minyak I pecut chase) - and since Troll was escorting Clara’s car, I had no choice but to chase. Whee. Racer I. Punya feel I drive.
Bleh. Took care of the casualties and finally got home.
My clothes are being washed as I type this. =]
