Never drinking again!
So this friend of mine told me about this booze party thing where they sit in a car and drink their asses off, naturally I was excited. I had this fantasy thing where I get drunk, talk loud, sing songs, tell friends that I love them and then go to sleep, complain about a hangover and done. Safe to say that didn’t go quite as I thought.
The friend messages me to skip class and come near the college next to ours where they have already started drinking in a tinted windowed car. With a sense of responsibility (ha!) I adamantly refused to miss class. (In retrospect this was a bad decision) I decided to swing by later though.
So after class, I start searching for the car when the gates of the car right next to me open up, two of my friends pull me inside. I could smell the vodka even with my nose blocked due to cold. My first shot of the day, I gulped it down hurriedly. What? I was thirsty. Did I mention I hadn’t had breakfast?
The girl I sat next to was shitfaced drunk. She kept saying how much she loved her baby. I was so touched (Third shot) that I offered her my phone so that she could exclaim that love to her boyfriend. Only she didn’t call the love of her life, she called my friend and told him how much she loved him until he hung up. (Thankyou Taara for that) I found out one more thing about me, introspection and all. I text like this when I am drunk, "fhbfjbsdfj hussein affidvait hbsfbsss fbhfbsjd" Totally legible shit.
Some innumerable shots later..
This other friend wanted to drive drunk. I started shouting, “Abhi to hum jawaan hai, shaadi bhi nahi hui. Bhagwaan ke liye ruk jao!” See, I wasn’t completely out of my mind. Yet.
Someone said they needed to piss so off we go to dominos.
After that…
I don’t remember shit
Bottom line: I puked a lot, in the men’s washroom, in the women’s washroom, on their clean floor, in the car. And for the love of daaru, that is the only thing I remember. My roomie had to rickshaw me back. I slept and wokeup with a hangover from hell. I checked my jeans pocket to find this square packet titled, "After drinks, elaichi flavored". Nothing to worry about except I read it as, "After dark, elaichi flavored". Yeah, I thought they were condoms. I freaked out.
Fuck fantasies, I am never touching alcohol again.
