Barfing and Impulsive Decisions

I can’t see straight.

I decided to get drunk alone on a Saturday night. I’m either a loner or I don’t have enough friends- forcing me to do this alone.

This weekend is an intermodule weekend, which means I don’t have any exams next week. Considering I’m a med student, these weekends when I don’t have to do anything are rare. They’d be rarer as I go up the ladder of med school hierarchy.

Anyway, I thought it would be such a good idea to drink myself dizzy considering it’s an intermodule weekend after all. I won’t have to feel guilty not studying (not that I study when there’s a nearing exam, but more of that in a different post).

I went to a newly opened gastrobar near my school and ordered a whole bottle of a customized cocktail drink. However, when the bottle arrived, it became apparent that this was to be shared, as a group. I couldn’t handle drinking all of it alone. I texted all of my friends (amounting to two), but they were both busy. I sighed and started drinking while reading a novel (which I bought on a whim five minutes before closing time last night).

I downed everything, but the world was already spinning and my throat tasted like 70% ethyl alcohol (I have tasted, albeit accidentally, this ethyl alcohol we use to disinfect our hands with). I wasn’t even sure I could stand, much less walk. I waited for a couple of minutes, but my head did not get any better.

Doing shit impulsively stemmed from my boyfriend and I’s apparent breakup yesterday. I’m not even sure if we are officiallyover, but I wanted to do “strong, independent woman” acts just in case. Plus this was the only weekend I had free in the near future.

Thank heavens that my condo building’s just near the campus so I didn’t have to take public transpo. I would’ve barfed inside a jeep the minute it started moving. I was afraid I’d walk in a zigzag-like fashion, so I was hesitant to cross the roads, but surprisingly, I walked kinda straight lines. Straighter than how sober Abby would’ve walked, in fact. People may have smelled the alcohol reeking off my clothes, which made them avoid me. It made me feel better, though. People avoiding me, I mean. I am so weird.

I was hoping Eon (my roommate) would still be there in case I collapsed in front of our door. I saw her just sitting there before I left. Alas, when I successfully unlocked the door after several drunken attempts, she was not inside. I tried drinking some water so I won’t get a hangover, but I vomited. The sink is full of unwashed dishes.

I only smelled the remnants of instant noodles.

When I got in, I also heard the distant going off of fireworks in SM Mall of Asia. I guess it’s the pyrotechnics competition again.

Now I’m in bed and safe, though drunk and lightheaded.

As I’m drifting off to sleep, I realize:

My armpits still smell bad.

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