Piss drunk
October 29, 2006
by Alex
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Aaah. Sweet October nearly gone. Oktoberfest dusk is nigh. The kegs of San Miguel downed and boxes of paracetamol and ibuprofen chewed the mornings-after. And perhaps the occasional shrieks of horror from waking up in some other person’s bedroom. Or some toilet cubicle.
I never get to enjoy Oktoberfests. For one, I never was a big fan of beer or liquor in general. While friends were chugging fermented malt and hops and gin blossoms, and whatnot down their throats, I was the one sipping iced tea. I always have volunteered to be the designated driver mainly because I knew I’d rather have tea in my bladder than some 90 proof vodka eat my liver out.
Well, not to be hypocritical I got drunk twice or so but at least I only got to be piss-headed with friends not in public. I just don’t get the point of throwing up mixes of alcohol and digestive fluids for everyone to see. And hurled puke (pronounced “pyook” not the Tagalog for…) is not a pretty sight.
