I didn't plan on puking, nor keep repeating "I'm not drunk, really."
But things happened.
First how much did I drink....
-a shot at the start with everybody
-my first beer, ever
-mixed some drinks (2 shots of flavoured vodka and 1 shot of pop), a cup full
-then I saw a different shiny beer bottle, so that got drank
-was going to rest, but Terence came and told me to stop eating and drink, another cup
-was resting, but Terence again, told me I should try this one, lychee flavoured drink and I just gulped 2 mouthfuls, and poured myself a cup
-never finished that last cup, cause I was so full
sooooo, I don't know how to quantify the alcohol because there's different amount of alcohol in the drinks, but yeah, ugh.
Other stuff.
I noticed that I started slurring.
Everything was funny and cool.
I do not have 'asian flush', at all.
I have a pretty good feeling of my body even when I am drunk, just at the end that I puked because I wasn't conscious enough to keep my body functioning properly.
And the music with a lot of bass, gave me a killer headache.
At the end of the party, I was just laughing like crazy. And crazy, like how I usually laugh when something spurs me on.
Hm, okay.
So Terence called home to tell my parents that I wasn't able to walk home like I planned, and that's just something I would want in a host. A sense of responsibility.
But that's enough foolishness for a long while, and.... I have to say I had fun.
I kind of wanted to get a bad experience, so I can be like "Really, going out to a party isn't that great."
There are some people who tell me "I want to try what it feels to be drunk at least once", and I couldn't tell them the truth.
But now I can.
And tell them that it's important to have people you can trust around, if you are having vague thoughts on being wasted.
Mmm, now my next 'experiment' is to see how the people I met when I was drunk talk to me now.
Ahmmmm.
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