Puke Party

I'd always wondered how junta was able to drink night after night after night, though they puked each night after night after night. I was horrified when my friends had boozed for the first time, especially Q, a guy for whom the motion of falling down from the top of a building would be similar to that of a feather falling. He had half bottle of neat vodka when he boozed for the first time. And then he lost half of his weight in puking on the same night. It was hard to believe that a guy of this uni-dimensionality was able to survive that night, and many other nights that followed. This incident had scared all of us sixth half-wingers. We'd almost sworn amongst ourselves that we wouldn't booze again. Luckily, I was able to restrain it until I was with them.

Booze has almost become a casual, although not a causal, activity here. The worst happened when I went to a club last week.

I was ready to mug my ass off last friday, until a friend announced that he was gonna turn up here from Tampa for some clubbing. I went out with him after all, and with a couple of other friends. It was my first visit to the Orlando clubs. Downtown was buzzing, but it wasn't as inviting as Tampa where gals were standing outside the bars and roping guys in. It was just a cold invite here, just pay and go.

The interior was huge with a lot of ppl inside. We had vodka on the rocks, and went off to check out the dancing ladies. The first sip of vodka reminded me of... well, nothing! If I were like a peg of vodka, I would be the fiance of Kate Winslet in the movie Titanic: a bitter, rude and timid guy who people (save Kate) would like afterall! But thank Goodness I am not... :)

Coming back to the bitterness, vodka sucked big time, which makes me wonder why I had a second peg (with orange juice: screw driver). I guess it started screwing me up, coz I went for the ugliest, the worst, the nightmarish of all drinks: bourbon!!!! The first sip of this drink made me cough and almost puke out. How could anyone even invent such a drink and expect ppl to relish it? It was just the wierdest drink of all. If all of humanity could be considered as a mix of liquids, this was bloody Hitler! Yuk!

While drinking in this 'VIP Section' (which we had stumbled upon unknowingly), I noticed that a couple of girls were dancing in front of us, prolly trying to attract us (heheh... u know I was slisha drunk by now). I finally decided to go for one of them: I boosted up all my confidence, puffed up my chest, put on a big smile and took a step ahead... to realise that I was walking as if in a hurricane! I was swaying like the mast of a ship. I then lowered my confidence, normalized my chest, faded my smile, and took a step backwards.... to realise that I was bumping into others. The screwing drink had started showing its effects. It had given me a huge kick, and didn't stop me at all from having another screw driver.

We then decided to move outta the club. I was swaying through the crowd, when I realised that I needed to peee. I went over to the urinal, started peeing and gazed at the poster in front of me (It reminded me of Jet's video "Cold Hard Bitch"). I tried to read the writing above the pisspot, I did read all of it, but barely understood wat it meant, coz by the time I had read the last word, I had forgotten the first half of it. I came out, shouted out in a gals ear how great she looked, and walked off the club.

Out in the open I realized in wat a shit state I was. I was trying to find my friend who had walked out before me, and was as drunk as I was. But everything seemed to be shaking, just as seen in one of the movies. I found him afterall, sitting on the pavement waving at me. He asked me to sit down with him, and in 2 mins asked me to get on my feet again. We walked on the streets like totally drunken bastards. Thankfully we did know the spot of our car, and went for it.

We sat down outside the car, and this friend started telling me how he liked the sensation of puking. He thought it was the best part of boozing, and he boozed just to puke. I knew wat he was trying to do: make ME PUKE! I did it after all... in seconds. Puked twice.... and then it was my buddy's turn. We went and lied on top of the car. I tried looking at the stars, and realized that I wud not be able to count even ten stars correctly. I tried locating great bear, but in vain. Finally decided on couting the floors of a builing. I had to put hajaar fight, coz sometimes the floors seemed to be moving up and down randomly. I turned to see that my friend had gone off to puke again, and in seconds I followed.

My friends returned and laughed at our aweful state. I might have too, but was too drunk and tired to do so. We got into the car, gargled our mouths and freshened ourselves. We finally were off to home, sleepy home.

We stopped in between at a gas station... for some puke, and puked four times, twice each. Went back on the road and puked in every five minutes. I might have puked 3-4 times when in the car. Everytime I puked I turned to my driver friend and said I wud clean up his car the next day. He was laughing at this, coz he used to be in our spot sometime back when he didn't own a car. Damn! I was supposed to do the same sometime in the future!!! Argh!

The puke party finally ended when we got home, where I releived myself in the toilet. I went to sleep and felt as if there was an earthquake. The earth was moving alright, but only in my mind.

Some of those questions lurking in my mind got cleared, and so did the question, "Why did Hitler's followers like him?"