Cheh, Beer. UGH.

I survived the drinking 'party'!!! Felt a little cheated about it even. I expected worse! Not too many people came to toast and make us drink. Along with the itty bites, they served beer. WTF? It's like, got no kick lor. I HATE downing beer because of all that gas. It makes me queasy and bloated!

There were 160 people at the 'party'. Obviously they're not going to serve expensive alcohol when a good 80% of the humans present only wanted to get drunk.

I kinda forgot how many 50%, 100% I downed. Maybe 6 mugs. 8, tops. The alcohol content was negligible. I wouldn't be drunk, but I'd have a very unhappy stomach. That gas was rising and rising. Yucks. It wasn't too bad already because they put ice cubes into beer. I almost giggled when I saw it. Too easy! But good lah, it reduced the amount to imbibe. At some point, I needed to go puke before continuing. Just then, the party ended and we went back to the hotel which was a mere three minutes away.

Merrily, I stuck a finger down my throat and retched thrice to get all alcohol out of my system. There was immense satisfaction in seeing what I downed came right up and into embrace of the Toilet Gods. Hurrah! After that, I polished off a 500ml bottle of crisp Fiji and multi-vits. Then I hurried downstairs to meet the colleagues so that they could buy more meow-meows and I could eat a proper dinner. HUNGRY. Now, I'm kinda feeling like a good dram of Bowmore 16 y.o (port cask) to slowly savor. :)