Sloshed and puking

On Saturday my boss’s secretary gave me a call that she wanted to look me up in the evening, as she had received an important interview call and wanted tips from me on how to prepare for it. Now this chick is no bomb, infact she is a stink bomb but I readily agreed on her offer as she would be accompanied by her boyfriend and a free booze evening was on the cards. Now I had been craving for Old Monk for sometime, what with the winter setting in making the soothing rum and coke an ideal evening companion. Also I don’t let go any booze/binge opportunities go wasted and cash in wherever possible

As the evening arrived I was picked up from my place and we drove to a nearby joint, a roadside place well decorated with funky accessories and replete with booze outlets, bar-be-cues and a neat seating arrangement. We chose a place on the perched-up tree house, which was kind of isolated from the bachelor crowd below; before which I picked up my long-desired bottle of Old Monk to commence my drinking spree. We also ordered chicken tikka to accompany the brown liquid.

Now as we settled in, I was required to talk and impart my suggestions about the upcoming interview but I found myself distracted by the couples seated in nearby tables. One of them was a particularly attractive view where a chocolaty chick was smoking hookah and also rubbing the crotch of her boyfriend. Both of them had their own bottles to gulp lined up and were also stealing smooches whenever occasion permitted. Now this must have pumped me on for I started taking my swigs at a good pace and after sometime was so sloshed, that when the dumb-looking boyfriend was filling up my glass, I wiped it out neat thinking it to be the remains from the previous peg. By the time we left I was on a good high but not prepared for what was to follow

Upon reaching home I was feeling giddy and also had an itching in my chest. I suddenly felt something coming up and puked! I ran to the loo but vomited all through and in no time wash basin was filled with indescribable particles. Now I have never puked before, no matter how much I booze so it was sad to see my record get broken. My Mom later cleaned the dirty vomit and I passed out after hitting the bed. The next morning I again puked and was put on medication. Yesterday there was a big lunch hosted for family friends at City Club, and many of them were eager to see me but my depleted health gave me a rather lackluster appearance.

Today in office I am feeling much better but have learnt to control my intemperance. Perhaps the next time I long for Old Monk I better visit a monastery!