Last Night I Got So Drunk

I got so drunk. Which I haven’t been for so long.

I had the guts to tell my close friend, that he is more than what he bargained for; that he does not owe him anything just because he chose him among everybody else. A thing I have kept to myself for years.

I was able to show my dance moves with some friends.

I was able to sing at the top of my lungs.

I puked inside a cab.

I puked inside my snakeskin bag.

I called him. And saw him waiting there for me patiently.

I’m not sure if I heard it right when told me that he wants to move forward.

You and I were to talk about things we normally don’t talk about when I am sane.

I cried. The first one since I got the rejection letter from my employment pass.

I was awake the whole night.

That when the sun shone, I said, I can’t believe I ate too much pizza only to find out it as pizza but rather my puke.

I arrived at the house at 8 in the morning, greeted by my mother’s query of where have you been.

Last night I got so drunk that I had so much fun.

I can’t remember a detailed account of the sudden turn of events.

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My plan backfired. I didn’t have any back-up plans. So I watched J Lo’s Back-up Plan. Didn’t help me much but made me feel good for a while.