The Mindlessness of Inebriation

What a mouthful. But its supposed to be like this. Which reminds me. Of a whole lot of things actually.. well lets start.

So went for the play – The Arranged Marriage at the Actor’s Studio in Bangsar. Absolutely brilliant Indian guy. One man show playing like 8 different characters with no props and no costume change and no intermissions. Fantastic. And the ticket stubs allowed us a “buy 1 free 1” promo for drinks in La Bodega’s ;-)

So we sat down and had a sangria each and stuff. Then another friend joined us we all decided to go to this club where one of our mutual friends was performing for a private function and there was a free flow of drinks (HAHAHAHA)..

So there were 4 of us and 2 already had dinner so they went straight to the party. For the sake of anonymity, we’ll give them names – A, me, C and D. So the 2 who couldn’t wait to start drinking were C and D. And A and me, we went to have some roti at the mamak la. After an hour, we decided to go join the other 2 who were already having a few lychee martinis and were a bit high..

Turns out that the private party was thrown by Tony Fernandes and the guest list included Hans Isaac and Jason Lo.. damn cool. And people were like all dressed up in business suits holding cigars and it was damn posh la. And the deco included feathered boas (of which I have one in my car now ;-) Anyway, yeah so I tried half a lychee martini and didn’t like it and had a beer instead.

And by this time C and D were bloody high la. Then suddenly there was the sound of breaking glass just next to our table and we were waiting for the waiter to sweep it up. So we were just dancing etc, and after about 15 minutes, I happen to look down and there’s this ENORMOUS pool of blood on the floor near our table. I look at A and he goes like “someone’s bleeding”.. so we look around for the source of it and turns out its coming from D’s foot. And it’s a bloody lot.

So we helped her to the bathroom and C washed her foot and we took abt half an hour to stop the bleeding, turns out she had stepped on the broken glass and it was a major gash near the big toe la! And she was so bloody drunk she didn’t even realize her toe was bleeding. I mean, whats the point of getting drunk til this stage? Where you have NO freaking idea whats going on. I mean a little high is fine la, its even sometimes nice feeling that way, but FREAKING PLASTERED? Sigh.. anyways..

So we needed to take her to the clinic and boy did we have a tough time finding a bloody 24 hour clinic in Bangsar. Had to go all the way to TTDI and got charged 110 bucks even without the need for stitches. And on the way, D needed to puke so we had to stop and open the door for her to puke, and she was so pissed that she just fell into her own puke no kidding.. sigh.. Anyways..

By the time we reached the clinic, both C and D were puking and A had gone back. So we managed to get everything done at the clinic and dropped D back at her house, and after that she realizes that her car keys are in her car (we didn’t want her to drive, someone was just planning to pick up her car the next day), so we had to drive back all the way to where her car was parked and C drove it to her house, and I drove C back to her car after dropping D off.

Then I asked C if she was ok driving back and she said she was fine, and the 30 minutes later I get a phone call and an sms saying she knocked into the divider on the Federal Highway and her whole car was dented and scratched and her light broke cos she was dozing off while driving! Sigh..

So that was the story of C and D. Now coming back to me. I was driving back alone minding my own business when I saw 3 bikers with pillion riders abt a few metres ahead of me and I was thinking tht it was a bit weird tht they would be tgthr at 4.30 in the morning. Anyway, I just stopped at the traffic lights and these bikers (not even big bikers, those kucing kurap Honda kapchais – if that’s how you spell it) turn around and look at me. So I look at them for a split second and don’t really bother. Then when the light turned green, they started moving and I started moving too, and suddenly the asshole closest to my car, turns around and starts throwing stones at my Gorgeous. I think he was aiming for my windscreen but was fortunate tht he just got the bonnet la, thank god. So since the lights turned green, I just sped off la. Was so afraid tht those bastards would be chasing me, and my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions – like where is the nearest police station, the most crowded area, the most lighted place. It was a bloody scary experience man…

I mean, I didn’t do anything, I didn’t get in their way, I didn’t cut them off.. I have so much to say and so little time to say it so there wil be another blog on road bullies and the like and what the heck the government is doing about it.

I’m off.