Monday, February 21, 2005
the one where she merlionised
met up with junie [finally] and trish last saturday and what good intentions the girls had on their pre-drinks agenda transpired into a hazardous swigging of red wine [not sips] where three botts of wine were done in less than two hours. anyway, the session started nice and slow with the whites, of which i've specifically highlighted to trish bout terrible hangovers from mixing whites and reds. as soon as the whites ran out, out came the reds with delish blue cheese and crackers where the conversation at the table grew more mellow and depressing [like why's the world keeping tabs on single 30-and-above women] amidst the confused analysis of relationships and bitching. left junie's apartment late despite our friends friendly chaser calls. her mates were waiting anxiously for her at velvet whilst mine were busy entertaining themselves playing truth or dare at wine bar [darn i missed that one! shucks]. the cab ride to zouk was fucking dreadful. barely made it to the end of winebar where my frens found me some iced water and a bag. i still cannot imagine the amount of wine i've heaved up, it was like two fucking bagfuls and i felt like shit for spilling a wee bit on the cab home. sorry uncle... and thanks abi...sunday morning was shit hell. as if last night's bagfuls weren't enough, woke up at eight am and threw up twice again...FUCK. as it always is, the gastric pains decided to join in for the fun and attacked as soon as the heaving let up. FUCK FUCK FUCK. pseudo master didn't make it easy with the constant bumper- kissing- jerking driving techniques.
met sweetie for lunch and was still feeling a tad broken until i picked him from work during the evening...it was a truly beautiful moment shared and what's been broken before is miraculously healing itself slowly. the wonders of simple lessons learnt in life.
bee wrote this at 11:12 AM
