The (Beer) Party

Here we go again. The food isn't the focus at work dinners in Vietnam. The alcohol is. I'm just not sure that it can be termed as 'social drinking'. It's more of a 'drink-till-you-fall-flat-on-your-face' kinda networking session.

I fucking hate wimpy beer. Although I do like it marginally better than wine. I can't do wine. So I rather down shitty beer than gulp wine by the glass or 50%. Wine would kill me. Beer, on the other hand, couldn't be gotten rid of by sticking a finger down my throat. I'm damn glad that they drink beer with big pieces of ice cubes in Vung Tau.

I ate plenty at dinner so that it would be easier to puke. At some point, I decided I didn't want to drink anymore. So I declined all 'challenges' and 'toasts'. I immediately hopped into the toilet to heave out all that liquid and food. Bliss, I tell you. No beer buzz.

Vietnam is part of my work portfolio. The drinking is only going to increase in frequency. Thank gawwd that I don't exactly need to die-die drink my liver dead to pull in revenue to make the figures. But between now and the next trip, I should really brush up on alcohol tolerance to wine. I can't very well run away from wine forever. There're others in the team who can take wine and beer better than I can, so they've been doing that part of it. I would prefer to have vodka and whisky, which our hosts won't exactly bring out for little minions like us. On second thoughts, dammit, I don't really want to have to finish a bottle of vodka or whisky. *gags*

Meanwhile, I'm enjoying this cup of masala tea. It's chasing away a potential headache and an upset stomach.