the night that was

i got drunk last night.  lynne and i met up monette over at san malo.  initially, we planned to just have coffee since the temperature was down to 15 degrees.  but when we got over to al's diner at fisherman's wharf, no one was asking for coffee.  it's freezing out there by the harbor but we asked for san miguel draft.  by the bucket.  and what made us stay was watching this all-Filipino band play.  when you get somewhere else and see these people play, you give more respect for show bands because you can imagine how hard it is to live your dream far from home.  they even got lynne and monette to jam.  but not me.  i don't perform in public.  i figured we might be drinking a bucket over just to unwind.  but then one bucket turned to two, then two buckets turned to three, and then the bucket became tequila.  my rule number one in drinking is never to mix hard liquor with beer.  i told lynne and monette i wasn't going to take a shot of tequila.  but then i ate up all i said.  down, one shot went.  afterwards, the guy behind the bar got us into talking.  he liked us so much he mixed up kahlua with something else and served us all a jigger.  two for me since he figured i should be getting drunk.  we thought he was a bartender, turns out he was the manager.  and he ended up handing us application forms for their bar.  funny, you learn a lot on some people while your getting your ass drunk.  monette and lynne said they weren't drunk yet.  but i knew i was drunk.  so when they wanted to get in the sands, well, i said i can't put up a straight face in there.  but then, off to sands we go.  they ordered beer for them and i insisted coffee for me.  but that was after i barfed on the bar.  yep.  didn't quite made it to the washroom.  i didn't want to go to the washroom anyway.  the vomit was too close over my throat.  i wouldn't have made it to the washroom.  even more embarrassing was puking all over the pits.  so i settled for the bar.  strange thing is, i didn't make a mess.  we wiped everything with tissue and i didn't even have stain on my clothes.  after they finished their beer they must have believed i was truly drunk so we went home.  we slept over at hoi pan.  lynne and i didn't want to wake up the locals at sun yick since it was 3am.  we're back at sun yick now.  and lynne's nursing a hangover.   me?  i puked all my hangover by the sands' bar last night.