Somehow that last drink always seems like such a good idea, except on hindsight when you’re passing out at the table in a Korean restaurant and calling yourself an idiot in front of your coworkers and their significant others.
Have I mentioned I love my coworkers? I must be one of the luckiest people in the world to be able to go to work every day with people I adore. We put together an impromptu clubbing session tonight and almost everyone showed up. Maybe unplanned events tend to be the most successful. We didn’t get to talk that much obviously thanks to all the loud music, but I was happy just being there. I was happy being drunk and semi-incoherent and spouting nonsense like nobody’s business. I was happy just being with them. Even if I have to put up with all the unfortunate after effects. Eeecks. The cab driver was really nice and offered me a bottle of water. Go cab driver.
Funny how I always end up writing when I’m inebriated. I have to wake up in less than 5 hours to go to Kopitiam. I hope I’ll be well enough then to enjoy the food. My god I’m an idiot.
