Hearing Mass In The City

A different kind of mass that is. The club that we went to last night was a former church turned house of well uhm sin. Hehe! =) My cousin is visiting from the PI so we took him out partying in the City. Boy is it different here. All this must be over 21 everything nonsense. Hahaha! Well we do have rules back home too it's just that they're never followed. Tsk! Tsk! Anyway, I only stayed sober for a bit. I wanted to make sure that everyone was okay and having fun. When I sensed that they could deal by themselves I decided to let myself go. So I downed vodka like it was water and d-a-n-c-e-d. Nothing beats alcohol in your veins, good music and d-a-n-c-i-n-g. After awhile, I started to feel the world spin and that was it. I chugged water like there was no tomorrow because I had to get it (read:alcohol) out!! So I forced myself to throw up in one of the garbage bins. This is a no-no in public places. We were approached by one of the bouncers and was politely asked to go. He took the liberty of getting our coats and wished us a good time. Yes people, I was politely thrown out of a club. Tra la la. Ooh la la. So we were out in the cold and I continued with my barfing business. As soon as everyone was rounded up, we headed home. I think I literally crawled. I kicked off my boots, took off my coat, threw my disposable contacts to who knows where and dozed off under my uber soft comforter. After what I'm guessing is two hours later, I woke up and rushed to wash my face and brush my teeth. Vanity is still my favorite sin (sometimes). Then to my horror, I saw my gorgeous yellow coat all rumpled and pathetic on the floor. I freaked and made sure to hang it up nicely. I apparently still have my fasyon instincts inspite of my drunken state. Off to bed again.

Zzzzzzz...

Then bang, bang, bang. I hear my door go. It's time to wake up and get ready for our Washington DC trip. I got as far as Mcdonald's in Fort Lee for breakfast and I just had to ask my older brother to just take me home. He was laughing at me. Saying how it surprises him to see me or my younger brother get crazy like this. I had my second worst hangover in Michelle History today. Believe me, my first can't compare to this at all. Let's not get into that now. Hehe! So he brought me home. Crawled up to my room again. I couldn't take off my sweater and chucks so my dad had to do it for me. He gave me medicine to take and massaged my temples because they were hurting/pounding. Then the bliss of sleep came.

ZZzzzzz...

I woke up because I was completely famished. I just had to eat! My dad made fun of me while I was preparing food. I was telling him while he was massaging my throbbing head that I will NEVER! EVER! get drunk again because I hate the feeling of the morning after when you're all hungover. He was like riiiight. Haha! Then he shared his own drunken stories with me and my shoti. My dad is crazy. And now here I am blogging. I feel so much better already. Still a little light headed but doing much, much better. I think I need to drink a whole pitcher of water and eat again.

So that was my 'sermon' in 'mass' this weekend. I highly encourage it once in awhile. Just try not to get bad hangovers. I vow never to get like this again. Riiiight.

Today I am thankful for:
- my understanding dad
- CF, he never left my side last night and held my hair up while I was barfing
- not losing my precious chandeliers again