yah I'd always wanna be there
those were the best days of my life
bryan adams - summer of 69'
yesterday was a total mess. in a fantastic awesome, drunken stupor way.
fional was turning a grand age of 35. so to make it a grand affair, she booked bar none at marriott. it was their last night as a bar (ugh, damn you smoking ban!) and they were having a party as well.
the drinks. i tell you, like fucking never ends. i'm still a little drunk as i type. plus, being one of the 3 girls present out of 20 people, the guys did not let us off.
lets see, the party started at 11, by 1:30 fional was drunk, gone and in danger of sleeping with someone. so pam (the only other cheebye present) sent her home. that leaves a grand total of one girl.
ok lah, they guys were nice, but by 130 i was also a little gone. according to ahfoo, i drank as follows:
three martel with cokes
four shots of sex on the beach
two pints of martell with water (which is fucking gross)
and three shots of special edition watermelon vodka
i didn't even know i could drink that much. and fuck, i couldnt puke. These men are evil, ok. They kept saying i should drink on behalf of the birthday girl. HALLO, the birthday died and went to heaven about half an hour ago!
anyway, thankfully, ahfoo was my designated driver and sent me all the way home to my room. according to him, he said i couldn't even put the key in my door.
when i woke up, i was still in my clubbing gear, reeking of martell and viceroys with a note saying
good morning drunkard, seems you had fun last night. too bad you won't remember, but this is to remind you that AHFOO is a nice man who sent you home in his fucking amazing fuck truck. call me when you wake up paris hilton.
love ahfoo.
cheebye.
so i'm up, hung over. all i have are these pictures i took.
the awesome band who made mambo in zouk feel like barney sing-a-long.
ahfoo and me at the beginning of the night.
benson, accounts servicing. he's one of the sweetest men i know. he told me: "eh, don't drink la, i drink for you." then the other guys just booed him and dragged my only salvation away.
stanley, my project manager and me, getting there. this guy is a fucking beer barrel. he went through about 3 bottles of martell alone.
glenn my love. he's the Managing Director and my cousin. he's the only person in the world who can tell me i love you and i believe him without a doubt.
ahfoo and me at the beginning of the night.
benson, accounts servicing. he's one of the sweetest men i know. he told me: "eh, don't drink la, i drink for you." then the other guys just booed him and dragged my only salvation away.
stanley, my project manager and me, getting there. this guy is a fucking beer barrel. he went through about 3 bottles of martell alone.
glenn my love. he's the Managing Director and my cousin. he's the only person in the world who can tell me i love you and i believe him without a doubt.
as for the birthday girl, i've got a load of photos which i have to censor before i let out on public domain.
till then, gabriel and a farm of goats and frogs await me.
