So, I woke up at 8:00 and found myself in someone else's apartment, on the living room couch, cold as anything from the fan and wind that was coming in from the outside, because the sliding door to the balcony was open. I couldn't get back to sleep again because I was missing my wallet and backpack and I had this terrible terrible hangover. The first thing I did next was text the person who drove us last night, and asked him to search the car to see if I had dropped my wallet inside there. We got lost because everyone was so drunk and I couldn't tell for the first time in my life where I was upon leaving the mansion, where we had our dinner. It didn't help that the driver was making all the wrong turns. I was pretty much screwed but I had to remain collected and plan things properly. I would have to miss my KL trip next week to get my things sorted out. I compared myself to a snatch-theft victim that I saw the other day, as I was making my way to the mall for a movie. I had about two hundred ringgit in the wallet for my rent. No use crying over spilled milk now, I told myself. I went to the kitchen and poured myself a cup of water to drink and then I bummed a cigarette and had a smoke at the balcony which overlooked the area. In spite of everything that had happened it was a beautiful cold morning. Saw a few birds and tried to remember what had happened the night before. Someone broke a chair. Someone else broke a glass. I drank too much wine, which ironically was my least favored drink for the night. One of my colleagues teased me by inviting me to dance and when everyone saw that they tried pulling me towards the dance floor to dance with her because I kept saying no even though I had actually wanted to, because I was afraid of embarrassing her. It was all bits and pieces after that; it was that bad.
My manager woke up shortly after I entered the toilet and when I got out, I explained sheepishly to him that I was missing my wallet and bag and he said hey, don't worry, I was taking care of you last night and all your things are in my car; you were so hammered that we couldn't find your place so I had to bring you here.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
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Why is it in quotes? I want very much to be able to imagine you doing all these things.
hmm...Cryptic as usual. Was this a short fictional work or an actual account of a crazy night in the life of Mike? No one will ever know for sure... :p
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Well I sure am glad that you still have your wallet and all else, cuz mine just went flyin' off the top of my car last week, along with my phone! weeeeeee! 'nuff said.
Sounded like you had a great time. Did anything take a video of you dancing? That would be priceless! heh! Wait, 32? Did I miss something? hmm...
aha
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