The perfect Saturday night. Or, a perfect Saturday night some would call it. I was invited to a party after work. It was thrown for the restaurant's manager who was leaving for Aust. for better prospects. He was single, well-to-do and gay (means homosexual, not happy). All staff of the restaurant was invited for as the assistant manager said, it was a great opportunity for us to hang out and chill. I was at his Tampines flat early with the Filipino girl. His house wasn't a spread but it was stylish, very chi-na. We sat around eating his homemade "wantons" (well I call them "wantons" cuz they look like wantons but they aren't) and having a little drink. Even his collection of cutlery was very Chinese. I had a look at his DVD collection. Comedy, action, horror, and gay porn. Well, I guess it's his fantasies. The rest arrived after work at about 2am with LOTS of food. Calamari, lamb shanks, lemon chickens and roti johns. The night would've been perfect if not for me and my big mouth.
Well the game goes like this. Everyone has a glass of booze to drink from. In the pile of overturned cards were spades, hearts, clubs and diamonds of aces, twos, threes, fours, fives, queens and kings. Overturn a card from ace to five, either spades or clubs; you choose someone from the crowd to drink the number of mouthfuls of booze from his glass. Overturn a card from ace to five, either hearts or diamonds; you drink the number of mouthfuls of booze from your own glass. Overturn a queen, ask a question that has various answers e.g. brands of handphones. Answer: nokia, sony E, Samsung etc. The person who fails to answer would drink a mouthful from his glass. Overturn the first three kings, you get to pour whatever shit available like vodka, orange juice, apple juice, jim beam or even tobasco sauce into a common glass placed in the middle of the circle. The unfortunate person who overturns the last king would have to drink whatever shit there is in the common cup and the game ends there.
I felt very unlucky that particular night. I knew I had to drink lots of booze and I was rather prepared for it. But what I didn't expect was myself to drink almost 5 glasses of vodka with juice. Well there was a bright side to it. At least I never picked the last king in any round cuz people were pouring large amounts of Absolut Vodka with little juice to dilute it. If I ever had to chance to drink that, I would be dead drunk. Church the next morning would be nowhere in my mind. The first card I picked was a red 3. I counted myself lucky cuz it could have been something worse. I took 3 gulps of vodka with juice. Then some bitch picked a black 2 and made me drink. Shit. I felt unlucky enough to pick reds the rest of the night without people picking blacks and making me drink. The next 5 mouthfuls I drank were thanks to my manager or rather, my big mouth. I boasting after I picked a black 4 and choosing my to manager drink. He picked a black 5 and for revenge, returned the favour. Alcohol was passing my blood brain barrier and I was dizzy but still able to control my every action which means I'm not drunk, or I hope I still am not. Stars were orbiting around my head. After a couple or reds, and the final blow dealt from once again my manager, I scrambled to the toilet, the urge to throw being too great. The worst feeling was that of wanting to puke but not being able to. I hugged the toilet for at least 20 minutes before one of the staff made me dig my throat. The sensation was disgusting as was the matter that came out of my mouth (and nose).
After four waves of puking only did I feel better and just nice, time to go home. I swore never to do hardcore drinking ever again. Take pity on the merlion, it's a poor creature.