I went to a Birthday party that was held by my mother's friend yesterday. She has been my mum's best friend for years, I've known her since I was a little kid. She has a daughter who is a few years older than me, and a son who is almost the same age as me.
She's one of the most open-minded mother I've met, and one of the coolest woman I've heard--She has this attitude that can lead the crowd, she can control any situations. She takes risks sometimes, that my mum called that as "crazy".
It was a great night, a crazy night. There was a cute guy, I couldn't keep my eye off him, I stared at him since the second he arrived. He was so quiet at first, but when he drank, that became a total different story. He had 15 glasses of bear and wine, kept competing with the others...... well that was all I saw, 15, I believe he had more. His face was so red, but he didn't stop. I drank with him twice, I was glad.
However, my mum's friend was better, she always is. She competed with everyone but no one, I mean no one, could beat her on drinking. "I'll raise your salary if you beat her......" her boss said, joking, since she kept him drinking right after dinner.
Even me, this little kid couldn't get away, and I ended up terribly. I can't remember how much I drank, not much I think; I'm not a good drinker. I went to the washroom and vomited in the middle of the party, then I went back and drank again. That was cool, I hadn't tried that for a long while.
Nightmare started after I got back home. I was dizzy, couldn't see straight; I almost passed out while I was having shower. It felt better after I vomited though. I felt like vomited again when I was sleeping, that was bad but soon I felt much better.
I did something really regrettable when I was drunk. My boyfriend called at night and I said crazy things, like how good it'd be if the one he loved was me, and how stupid he had been as he had loved another girl. I wasn't completely sober but I knew I shouldn't speak of any of those, but I still said it, because I knew it'd hurt him and I could blame it on the drinking in case if he'd bring it up. I wanted him to love me more, despite his personal feelings. I'm so cruel. He told me things from his heart when he's drunk, and I've dug a lot of secrets, but he forgets everything when he wakes up the next day. I picked up the worst thing to say and it hurt him deeply, especially during this difficult moment.
We'll see if anything changes, we'll see.
P.S. Sorry about the grammar mistakes, I'm such a dumb ass.
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