That was the first time I've ever been that drunk. That was the first time I ever threw up, passed out, and made a complete mess. I feel really really really stupid. Ever-proper me, will now be remembered as the girl who couldn't handle a couple of beers and a couple vodka shots. Okay, so maybe that was a lot. Hhahahahh. Wala na akong magawa kundi matawa.
Gabi wrote in my notebook (and I didn't notice it till this morning, sober and sane):
MELA NEEDS IBUPROFEN.
SHE IS QUITE DRUNK.
SHE HAS PASSED OUT IN FRONT OF ME.
Ahay! She's my angel. I'm not sure how much blabbering I did, not sure how much were sincere uninhibited thoughts, and how much were plain nonsense. But she stuck with me throughout, she even dropped me off our subdivision. And she lives on the other side of the metro, (in JP's words--) for crying out loud! I will be forever grateful.
I can't remember much from last night. But I can remember some important parts -- mostly those I didn't think I'd hear from him. Last night, of all nights pa. Hindi ko tuloy na-enjoy ng todo. Hindi ako nakapag-munimuni pauwi, di nakapagpatugtog ng masasayang kanta. Life's like that. He asked me to eat out with him, he said he'd stick around while everybody else is leaving. Our knees were touching again. But despite the tipsy-ness, I had sense enough to do the right thing.
I pulled away.
