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I threw up. Several times. It’s the worst feeling I’ve had for the longest time. I could barely move, because if I did, I’d felt dizzy and uneasy. So I sat there, perfectly still, head lowered. As my scheduled transportation left, I just sat there. Then she comes by, and hands me a glass of water, and says “drink up, you’ll feel better. I promise.”
I was hesitant at first, thinking that my body will reject it. So I reluctantly drank it down. I could hear the rest of them enjoying breakfast in the kitchen, not too far from where I was sitting. She comes back out, and hands me another glass of water, filled to the brim. She politely asked me, so I took a sip. When she was out of sight, I couldn’t take it.
My stomach rejected the water, said “I was too full”, so I set the water aside. And then… again… I just sat there. Listening to joy, while I was here, wastefully just sitting in one spot. What a waste of a morning. I was all the way out there, in a new location, with new friends, and I’m spending the morning sitting by myself, on the couch, hoping not to throw up, or, that throwing up will make me feel better soon. What a waste of a morning.
So how did it all lead to this? Well, it all started a few days ago…
I put down my pen. My 3 hours were up, and I ran out of time. A bit of a worry looms over me, yet I let go a sigh of relief. The proctors walked by and collected my paper, and I got up, and walked on home with my roommates. My five years were done, and I was finally free. It’s time for a party! No wait. Back up. Let me start earlier.
For days, I couldn’t study. The strength of procrastination was too strong. As it should be; it was the first week of April, and my exams weren’t starting until the 18th; thus there was absolutely no urgency to me studying. I had time to reflect on the past, and to make plans for the future. And when I say future, I mean immediate future; parties, and plans to go home; nothing about life, jobs, and the years to come.
I thought about the past… it took five years to get me here. I strayed from my original plan of study several times, even considered dropping out. But I’m here now, finally graduating, from this awful schedule of school.
Not that school was a bad thing; no, the University of Waterloo was very nice; it gave me space, away from my parents, and let me be near to friends and those who I can talk to. It’s just that, now I have more space, more time, to do other stuff, rather than be tied down with assignments and studying, all for… what? A piece of paper, that claims that I have matured and gained experience to function in a good working environment.
But, I digress. I am glad now, that I do have this piece of paper, as it does unlock many doors, yet… it doesn’t feel so right. I don’t feel any better than I was 5 years ago, and it certainly is reflected in the word “General”. I spent five years, getting a three year general math degree. While, it is certainly better than dropping out, it still doesn’t feel like I’ve accomplished anything. But, it was still quite a ride. They say High school is the best five years you’d ever have in your life; in which case, University will be the second best five years. But in any case, I’m glad it’s over.
The immediate future… ahh, what a time. I will be done these five years, and when a five year accomplishment is done, there’s no better way to celebrate than a party. However, therein lies the problem; I’ve been invited to two parties, on the same date.
The first party is being organized by Anojan, whose last name is almost too long to remember. I’ve known Anojan since first year, but because of different co-op streams, and my change in programs, we haven’t seen each other in class or on campus very often. Anyway, him and all the friends we knew in first year, our little group of 7 or so, are all holding a graduating party, a so-called “Bye Bye Waterloo” party. All of us have endured five years of pain together, and it would be a shame if I didn’t go.
The second party is being organized by my friend Christa. Long story short, I’ve known Christa since 7 years ago, where I met her once, but then haven’t seen her for 7 years. But recently, maybe a year ago, through the internet and contacts, I’ve gotten in touch with her again, and we regularly communicate via blogging and MSN. Since a year ago, I’ve gotten to know Christa’s friends, via blog and MSN as well. So, like a much-music-board gathering, they’re a group of friends I know very well on this interweb of ours, with one girl mixed in the middle, this Christa, that I know from my past. And yes, I really wanted to go to this party as well.
This hard decision was eating at me, because I really wanted to get to Christa’s party. There was both a problem with time and transportation, because her party was in Guelph and I, was in Waterloo. Anyway, eventually came the week in which I had to begin studying for my three exams. Now, nobody wants to read about exams, so I’ll fast forward my story.
… I put down my pen. My last exam was over with, and now my fate was in the hands of the markers, the professors. There was nothing else I could do, but hope, that my scores are high enough. Psychology was no problem, Economics, not so good. Group Theory, however, was up in the air; it could’ve gone either way, and I was just hoping it went the right way.
Anyway, it was time to party. I arrived at the house marked on the map, but I heard no activity going on. Was this the right house? There was nobody familiar in sight. This wasn’t Anojan’s place, but he organized it and he told me to be there anytime after 5:00pm. It was 5:40 pm, so this should be the place.
I didn’t know which door to try; I didn’t want to disturb those who weren’t involved with the party. But, without trying to look suspicious, I headed for the front door. There was no door bell, so I knocked real hard. At first, no answer. I knocked again, and then I heard a voice - “Who is it?” - it came from upstairs. I looked up, and inquired about a party. A strict “no” was the response; I wasn’t sure if it was a joke, because I didn’t recognize the voice, but I’m sure I had the right address. After a few seconds of slight awkwardness, the door opened up.
It was Adil, a friend from first year (or second year), and he let me in. I was the first one there, so I just chilled for a bit till everyone else arrived later. Apparently people weren’t expecting to show up until 6:30, so I had quite a wait ahead of me.
6:30 comes along, and a rush of familiar faces enter the room. A lot of celebration was held, warm greetings, games were played, and many jokes were told. Jokes about CS, jokes about drinking, jokes about brown people. A good half of the people were brown, so it wasn’t all racist or offending. It’s true; a lot of things Russell Peters (comedian) said is true, and Shahzad, the coolest Indian guy I know, admits to it and shows it off, and once again, every laughs.
Around 9:20, the party was still going strong, but I had to make my disappearance. It feels bad, when you have to tell someone that you’re leaving their party to go to another party. But alas, that’s what I told them ahead of time, so it’s cool with them. And without further ado, I left, went home to pack, and then on my way to Guelph.
Packing was relatively uneventful, so I’ll fast forward it to the road. So it’s myself, my brother, and my sister, on our way to Guelph, via a map printed out from Mapquest.
Oh MapQuest… you have made a powerful enemy today. Instead of highway directions, we were sent through other roads, roads we’ve never seen before. As it were pitch black, we entered some scary destinations to reach to Guelph. The map didn’t help much either, as we were lost in the middle of the trip. We finally found ourselves on Provincial Route 7, and eventually, we found Guelph, and a friendly gas station attendant who led us to the right address.
So, it was time. Quarter past midnight, a bit later than expected. I was a bit nervous, about to be surrounded by people I didn’t know, except Christa, and David (silpheed_tandy
); but I was also happy, to be at a party with all the warm people I know on this interweb of ours.
As I enter, I’m greeted by a couple unfamiliar faces, but unfortunately, it was just two people leaving, as they had to catch the last bus. I haven’t seen Christa in ages, but I’ve seen pictures of her, so I look up. There she was, at the top of the stairs, looking very happy. My bro was there, just to drop in and say hi. When David saw him, it’s as if he was a little kid in a candy store. It must’ve been disappointing when my bro told him that his stay was going to be, well, rather short.
I took off my shoes, went up the stairs. Hugs were exchanged, introductions were made, hands were shook. Personalities became faces, and I too, became a person, and not just another name on this interweb. This was a great feeling.
It wasn’t awkward at all. I was welcomed with very open arms, into a world, a group of friends, and I instantly became one of their own. And it’s great, when a personality becomes a person; a person has so much more, meaning, and emotion, and to be able to touch them brings so much more to our relationship.
Christa has once again become a person, and although I didn’t know her very well 7 years ago, it’s like we’ve renewed our friendship. Ching, the sweet little Chinese girl I’ve been reading about, is now here, in blood and flesh, and she’s as adorable as ever. Cute, yet dependable, nice, smart - everything which makes her an amazing person.
And the rest of the crew was here. I could go on and describe all of them, but that’s a lot of reading, and this story is already very long as is. So, these are the people I’ll be spending the next 9 hours with. Or so I thought.
The party started at 7:00, so I am a bit behind on the, ya know, drinking. So I had to get up to speed. I remember going to a kegger, but the alcohol was pretty bad there so I couldn’t get drunk, without first being full and sick of the taste. I remember getting buzzed by five beers at a dance. I remember going to karaoke, and having 2 shots of sunbooka, or however you spell it, and getting buzzed. That’s about the extent of my alcoholic life.
So first drink, was an orange punch, mixed with raspberry vodka. The vodka was very present, as it was my first drink of the night. The others, who had the acquired taste, probably didn’t taste the alcohol as much. So it took a while to drink, as I was getting used to it. I’m sure it was a good combination, raspberry and orangeI didn’t get buzzed from it. It was just one drink, yes?
So here I was, watching David teach Christa and Ching how to Waltz or Fox Trot. Afterwards, Ching and I exchanged a few words, while a few others went out to smoke cigars. David then learns to massage from Ching, while Ching uses me as a test subject. Ouch. Never had a massage before, so it hurt a bit, but I was in the capable hands of Ching, so nothing could go wrong.
Next thing I know, I’m sitting at a table, playing Go Fish with Ching, Christa, and her boyfriend, Aaron. I remember I liked the sunbooka, so when they offered me some shots, I was happy to take it. So there we go, one shot of raspberry vodka. Then another. So that’s two. That’s about as far as I’ve ever gotten, but what the heck, one more. So that’s a drink with raspberry vodka, and 3 shots of raspberry vodka.
Buzzed? Yes. I can feel the warm feeling. As last time, things were louder, I was a bit dizzy, and I found myself talking more. I have never been drunk, so I wouldn’t know how it felt like. Of course, it occurred to me the next day, that as you drink more, the less you realize you’d be getting drunk, or that you think you’re farther and farther from your limit.
So I felt buzzed, but not drunk yet, so Ching offered me a shot of peach snapps, 24%. The raspberry vodka’s 35%, and this one’s 24%... so I was reluctant at first, since I didn’t want to press on more, but Ching made it a smoother transition, as she took a shot first. With that kind of support, I couldn’t turn it down, so I took a shot.
I felt less buzzed. This is probably a bad sign, but I didn’t think much of it at the time. Lastly, Kyle came back, and he was holding a bottle of cyclone - Rum, lime, something else - 35%. Kyle warned me beforehand, long before the party, not to mix drinks. Didn’t know it at the time, but long story short, I took a shot of the rum. And that was the last shot.
It felt nice. The warm feeling being with new friends, being able to talk to them so openly… watching them interact, as they stumbled around, dancing, while drunk, doing things that I don’t usually do, or talking like I usually don’t.
Christa had laid out the pull-out sofa, so I sat down, and lay down on it, to rest my head. Out of nowhere… I threw up. Something yellow and a bit clear, looks like pieces of corn, or maybe that stuff they eat in the Matrix, the ‘runny eggs, bowl of snot’ mixture, but lower consistency. I look up, and luckily Christa was nearby, so I just leaned over to her, and told her… “I think I threw up.”
She was caring and kind in the situation, as, of course, she might’ve expected that sort of event at this sort of party. I wasn’t happy that I threw up, but I felt a… relief. A little later, David was standing in the hall way, and he says, “I think I’m about to throw up.” One second later, he did. “It was… therapeutic” he said.
Therapeutic… yes. I also felt that… a release of some evil, just like going to the bathroom… always must feel good to release yourself of some evil. The way I see it, it was a new life experience for me. And it felt good, at the time, yet I feel bad for having Christa clean up my mess on the pull-out sofa, where someone would eventually be sleeping that night.
Time flew by. Eventually it was 3:40 am; it was time to call it a night. Ching warmed up the sofa for me, as she was moved to the pull-out sofa, but not on the half where I… you know. David slept there instead, and I slept on the couch.
Morning comes, 8 am. And… it begins. My stomach is yelling. It is angry, or sick, but I can’t understand it, and I can’t control it. I throw up. Periodically, I get up; go to the sink, or to the bathroom, or to the bucket. It is a painful experience. It’s like the best night of my life, followed by the worst morning; then again, I would imagine that’s how a lot of people feel, when they have such a party. I’m just glad I didn’t have to go to the hospital, or have some sort of records somewhere.
So I experienced it; my first hangover. My ride to Mississauga was scheduled to leave at nine, because Jess had somewhere to be at ten. Unfortunately, I was feeling really sick, at nine, so I had the option to stay; so I did. I guess this is about when we came in. When the story started.
Around ten, I left the house, for a breath of fresh air. My glass was still full, haven’t drunk anymore water. Christa’s gone out for some errands, Ching already left. David was still there, I don’t remember what he was doing at the time. I went outside, walked half a kilometer in some direction, walked back. It wasn’t too cold outside, slight breeze, blue sky.
Boy, I felt much better. Not perfect, but much better. Came back to the house… it was time to clean up. I was still sick, so I preferred not to make sudden movements… and that made me feel pretty bad… once again, sat there, did nothing, while everyone else worked and helped each other clean up…
and once again, I saw David, as if he was a boy in a candy store… his eyes lit up… when he saw Christa put back the pull-out sofa. I must agree, the pull-out sofa… was beautiful. I have seen them before, but… yes… it was a pretty sight, seeing how it worked. What a useful invention!
It was decided that David would get a ride from Christa’s dad, as he worked in Guelph. I decided to tag along, with permission of course, and thus, my ride was settled. Later, for lunch, I wanted to explore the scenery of Guelph, as I’ve never been here before… and thus, we ended up at the mall :P Good discussions followed, and eventually, we headed back, and a few hours later Christa’s dad came.
The story is getting long. So, to finish it up:
Went home.
Fin.
I was hesitant at first, thinking that my body will reject it. So I reluctantly drank it down. I could hear the rest of them enjoying breakfast in the kitchen, not too far from where I was sitting. She comes back out, and hands me another glass of water, filled to the brim. She politely asked me, so I took a sip. When she was out of sight, I couldn’t take it.
My stomach rejected the water, said “I was too full”, so I set the water aside. And then… again… I just sat there. Listening to joy, while I was here, wastefully just sitting in one spot. What a waste of a morning. I was all the way out there, in a new location, with new friends, and I’m spending the morning sitting by myself, on the couch, hoping not to throw up, or, that throwing up will make me feel better soon. What a waste of a morning.
So how did it all lead to this? Well, it all started a few days ago…
I put down my pen. My 3 hours were up, and I ran out of time. A bit of a worry looms over me, yet I let go a sigh of relief. The proctors walked by and collected my paper, and I got up, and walked on home with my roommates. My five years were done, and I was finally free. It’s time for a party! No wait. Back up. Let me start earlier.
For days, I couldn’t study. The strength of procrastination was too strong. As it should be; it was the first week of April, and my exams weren’t starting until the 18th; thus there was absolutely no urgency to me studying. I had time to reflect on the past, and to make plans for the future. And when I say future, I mean immediate future; parties, and plans to go home; nothing about life, jobs, and the years to come.
I thought about the past… it took five years to get me here. I strayed from my original plan of study several times, even considered dropping out. But I’m here now, finally graduating, from this awful schedule of school.
Not that school was a bad thing; no, the University of Waterloo was very nice; it gave me space, away from my parents, and let me be near to friends and those who I can talk to. It’s just that, now I have more space, more time, to do other stuff, rather than be tied down with assignments and studying, all for… what? A piece of paper, that claims that I have matured and gained experience to function in a good working environment.
But, I digress. I am glad now, that I do have this piece of paper, as it does unlock many doors, yet… it doesn’t feel so right. I don’t feel any better than I was 5 years ago, and it certainly is reflected in the word “General”. I spent five years, getting a three year general math degree. While, it is certainly better than dropping out, it still doesn’t feel like I’ve accomplished anything. But, it was still quite a ride. They say High school is the best five years you’d ever have in your life; in which case, University will be the second best five years. But in any case, I’m glad it’s over.
The immediate future… ahh, what a time. I will be done these five years, and when a five year accomplishment is done, there’s no better way to celebrate than a party. However, therein lies the problem; I’ve been invited to two parties, on the same date.
The first party is being organized by Anojan, whose last name is almost too long to remember. I’ve known Anojan since first year, but because of different co-op streams, and my change in programs, we haven’t seen each other in class or on campus very often. Anyway, him and all the friends we knew in first year, our little group of 7 or so, are all holding a graduating party, a so-called “Bye Bye Waterloo” party. All of us have endured five years of pain together, and it would be a shame if I didn’t go.
The second party is being organized by my friend Christa. Long story short, I’ve known Christa since 7 years ago, where I met her once, but then haven’t seen her for 7 years. But recently, maybe a year ago, through the internet and contacts, I’ve gotten in touch with her again, and we regularly communicate via blogging and MSN. Since a year ago, I’ve gotten to know Christa’s friends, via blog and MSN as well. So, like a much-music-board gathering, they’re a group of friends I know very well on this interweb of ours, with one girl mixed in the middle, this Christa, that I know from my past. And yes, I really wanted to go to this party as well.
This hard decision was eating at me, because I really wanted to get to Christa’s party. There was both a problem with time and transportation, because her party was in Guelph and I, was in Waterloo. Anyway, eventually came the week in which I had to begin studying for my three exams. Now, nobody wants to read about exams, so I’ll fast forward my story.
… I put down my pen. My last exam was over with, and now my fate was in the hands of the markers, the professors. There was nothing else I could do, but hope, that my scores are high enough. Psychology was no problem, Economics, not so good. Group Theory, however, was up in the air; it could’ve gone either way, and I was just hoping it went the right way.
Anyway, it was time to party. I arrived at the house marked on the map, but I heard no activity going on. Was this the right house? There was nobody familiar in sight. This wasn’t Anojan’s place, but he organized it and he told me to be there anytime after 5:00pm. It was 5:40 pm, so this should be the place.
I didn’t know which door to try; I didn’t want to disturb those who weren’t involved with the party. But, without trying to look suspicious, I headed for the front door. There was no door bell, so I knocked real hard. At first, no answer. I knocked again, and then I heard a voice - “Who is it?” - it came from upstairs. I looked up, and inquired about a party. A strict “no” was the response; I wasn’t sure if it was a joke, because I didn’t recognize the voice, but I’m sure I had the right address. After a few seconds of slight awkwardness, the door opened up.
It was Adil, a friend from first year (or second year), and he let me in. I was the first one there, so I just chilled for a bit till everyone else arrived later. Apparently people weren’t expecting to show up until 6:30, so I had quite a wait ahead of me.
6:30 comes along, and a rush of familiar faces enter the room. A lot of celebration was held, warm greetings, games were played, and many jokes were told. Jokes about CS, jokes about drinking, jokes about brown people. A good half of the people were brown, so it wasn’t all racist or offending. It’s true; a lot of things Russell Peters (comedian) said is true, and Shahzad, the coolest Indian guy I know, admits to it and shows it off, and once again, every laughs.
Around 9:20, the party was still going strong, but I had to make my disappearance. It feels bad, when you have to tell someone that you’re leaving their party to go to another party. But alas, that’s what I told them ahead of time, so it’s cool with them. And without further ado, I left, went home to pack, and then on my way to Guelph.
Packing was relatively uneventful, so I’ll fast forward it to the road. So it’s myself, my brother, and my sister, on our way to Guelph, via a map printed out from Mapquest.
Oh MapQuest… you have made a powerful enemy today. Instead of highway directions, we were sent through other roads, roads we’ve never seen before. As it were pitch black, we entered some scary destinations to reach to Guelph. The map didn’t help much either, as we were lost in the middle of the trip. We finally found ourselves on Provincial Route 7, and eventually, we found Guelph, and a friendly gas station attendant who led us to the right address.
So, it was time. Quarter past midnight, a bit later than expected. I was a bit nervous, about to be surrounded by people I didn’t know, except Christa, and David (silpheed_tandy
); but I was also happy, to be at a party with all the warm people I know on this interweb of ours.
As I enter, I’m greeted by a couple unfamiliar faces, but unfortunately, it was just two people leaving, as they had to catch the last bus. I haven’t seen Christa in ages, but I’ve seen pictures of her, so I look up. There she was, at the top of the stairs, looking very happy. My bro was there, just to drop in and say hi. When David saw him, it’s as if he was a little kid in a candy store. It must’ve been disappointing when my bro told him that his stay was going to be, well, rather short.
I took off my shoes, went up the stairs. Hugs were exchanged, introductions were made, hands were shook. Personalities became faces, and I too, became a person, and not just another name on this interweb. This was a great feeling.
It wasn’t awkward at all. I was welcomed with very open arms, into a world, a group of friends, and I instantly became one of their own. And it’s great, when a personality becomes a person; a person has so much more, meaning, and emotion, and to be able to touch them brings so much more to our relationship.
Christa has once again become a person, and although I didn’t know her very well 7 years ago, it’s like we’ve renewed our friendship. Ching, the sweet little Chinese girl I’ve been reading about, is now here, in blood and flesh, and she’s as adorable as ever. Cute, yet dependable, nice, smart - everything which makes her an amazing person.
And the rest of the crew was here. I could go on and describe all of them, but that’s a lot of reading, and this story is already very long as is. So, these are the people I’ll be spending the next 9 hours with. Or so I thought.
The party started at 7:00, so I am a bit behind on the, ya know, drinking. So I had to get up to speed. I remember going to a kegger, but the alcohol was pretty bad there so I couldn’t get drunk, without first being full and sick of the taste. I remember getting buzzed by five beers at a dance. I remember going to karaoke, and having 2 shots of sunbooka, or however you spell it, and getting buzzed. That’s about the extent of my alcoholic life.
So first drink, was an orange punch, mixed with raspberry vodka. The vodka was very present, as it was my first drink of the night. The others, who had the acquired taste, probably didn’t taste the alcohol as much. So it took a while to drink, as I was getting used to it. I’m sure it was a good combination, raspberry and orangeI didn’t get buzzed from it. It was just one drink, yes?
So here I was, watching David teach Christa and Ching how to Waltz or Fox Trot. Afterwards, Ching and I exchanged a few words, while a few others went out to smoke cigars. David then learns to massage from Ching, while Ching uses me as a test subject. Ouch. Never had a massage before, so it hurt a bit, but I was in the capable hands of Ching, so nothing could go wrong.
Next thing I know, I’m sitting at a table, playing Go Fish with Ching, Christa, and her boyfriend, Aaron. I remember I liked the sunbooka, so when they offered me some shots, I was happy to take it. So there we go, one shot of raspberry vodka. Then another. So that’s two. That’s about as far as I’ve ever gotten, but what the heck, one more. So that’s a drink with raspberry vodka, and 3 shots of raspberry vodka.
Buzzed? Yes. I can feel the warm feeling. As last time, things were louder, I was a bit dizzy, and I found myself talking more. I have never been drunk, so I wouldn’t know how it felt like. Of course, it occurred to me the next day, that as you drink more, the less you realize you’d be getting drunk, or that you think you’re farther and farther from your limit.
So I felt buzzed, but not drunk yet, so Ching offered me a shot of peach snapps, 24%. The raspberry vodka’s 35%, and this one’s 24%... so I was reluctant at first, since I didn’t want to press on more, but Ching made it a smoother transition, as she took a shot first. With that kind of support, I couldn’t turn it down, so I took a shot.
I felt less buzzed. This is probably a bad sign, but I didn’t think much of it at the time. Lastly, Kyle came back, and he was holding a bottle of cyclone - Rum, lime, something else - 35%. Kyle warned me beforehand, long before the party, not to mix drinks. Didn’t know it at the time, but long story short, I took a shot of the rum. And that was the last shot.
It felt nice. The warm feeling being with new friends, being able to talk to them so openly… watching them interact, as they stumbled around, dancing, while drunk, doing things that I don’t usually do, or talking like I usually don’t.
Christa had laid out the pull-out sofa, so I sat down, and lay down on it, to rest my head. Out of nowhere… I threw up. Something yellow and a bit clear, looks like pieces of corn, or maybe that stuff they eat in the Matrix, the ‘runny eggs, bowl of snot’ mixture, but lower consistency. I look up, and luckily Christa was nearby, so I just leaned over to her, and told her… “I think I threw up.”
She was caring and kind in the situation, as, of course, she might’ve expected that sort of event at this sort of party. I wasn’t happy that I threw up, but I felt a… relief. A little later, David was standing in the hall way, and he says, “I think I’m about to throw up.” One second later, he did. “It was… therapeutic” he said.
Therapeutic… yes. I also felt that… a release of some evil, just like going to the bathroom… always must feel good to release yourself of some evil. The way I see it, it was a new life experience for me. And it felt good, at the time, yet I feel bad for having Christa clean up my mess on the pull-out sofa, where someone would eventually be sleeping that night.
Time flew by. Eventually it was 3:40 am; it was time to call it a night. Ching warmed up the sofa for me, as she was moved to the pull-out sofa, but not on the half where I… you know. David slept there instead, and I slept on the couch.
Morning comes, 8 am. And… it begins. My stomach is yelling. It is angry, or sick, but I can’t understand it, and I can’t control it. I throw up. Periodically, I get up; go to the sink, or to the bathroom, or to the bucket. It is a painful experience. It’s like the best night of my life, followed by the worst morning; then again, I would imagine that’s how a lot of people feel, when they have such a party. I’m just glad I didn’t have to go to the hospital, or have some sort of records somewhere.
So I experienced it; my first hangover. My ride to Mississauga was scheduled to leave at nine, because Jess had somewhere to be at ten. Unfortunately, I was feeling really sick, at nine, so I had the option to stay; so I did. I guess this is about when we came in. When the story started.
Around ten, I left the house, for a breath of fresh air. My glass was still full, haven’t drunk anymore water. Christa’s gone out for some errands, Ching already left. David was still there, I don’t remember what he was doing at the time. I went outside, walked half a kilometer in some direction, walked back. It wasn’t too cold outside, slight breeze, blue sky.
Boy, I felt much better. Not perfect, but much better. Came back to the house… it was time to clean up. I was still sick, so I preferred not to make sudden movements… and that made me feel pretty bad… once again, sat there, did nothing, while everyone else worked and helped each other clean up…
and once again, I saw David, as if he was a boy in a candy store… his eyes lit up… when he saw Christa put back the pull-out sofa. I must agree, the pull-out sofa… was beautiful. I have seen them before, but… yes… it was a pretty sight, seeing how it worked. What a useful invention!
It was decided that David would get a ride from Christa’s dad, as he worked in Guelph. I decided to tag along, with permission of course, and thus, my ride was settled. Later, for lunch, I wanted to explore the scenery of Guelph, as I’ve never been here before… and thus, we ended up at the mall :P Good discussions followed, and eventually, we headed back, and a few hours later Christa’s dad came.
The story is getting long. So, to finish it up:
Went home.
Fin.