Drunk

Last evening when I came home, I wasn't in the best of mental levels. And this big deal everyone makes about getting drunk always intrigued me somehow. I had tasted alcohol before; all sorts, actually --- but had never been drunk. The closest I had come to this was actually a little bit of a head spinning thing, but never really knew what being drunk was. So when I noticed a bottle of Vodka in the closet, the temptation to actually try it out was really huge. I mean, here I had a willing subject, the correct instrument, and the chance to obtain first-hand experience. Without much further dilly-dally, therefore, I started gulping it down.

I suppose it took me about 20 minutes to finish the stuff off. And then the gradual head-spinning thing began. Like, the mind and the eyes knew where the foot had to be placed, but the signal from the head somehow took longer than necessary to reach there. Hmm... it was building up, I thought. I took up to kicking a ball, but soon afterwards, the "drunk" drunk thing really set in. Now, when you are drunk, what is one supposed to do? I didn't know, so I thought maybe calling up people will be a good step to take to find out how drunk I am --- the quick test, that is. But that is when the fun started. I began blabbering stuff I never thought I would, things that I knew I shouldn't say. It was like, it is now or never; to hell with all! But I was also feeling pretty sleepy. So I hung up midway through a call and just crashed to bed.

Apparently, that wasn't the end of it. Midway through the night (I don't know when) my room-mate came around to ask me if I was ok. As far as I am told, I was sort of crying (more howling, if you insist), and just chanting something. They tried to give me water, make me puke, etc. but apparently nothing of that sort happened. I also think I gave my room-mate some crazy instructions. One of the sentences he asked me at that time being, "Dude, are you in your right mind when you ask me to do this?" And a drunkard is always sure that he is asking for exactly the right thing to be done :) Thankfully, my room-mate thought otherwise and did not do all of it!

The funniest part is, I had no hangovers this morning. As good as new --- woke up on time, went to classes, took notes, asked questions. Even went for my swimming. And I can seriously say that it is all too hyped up. No big deal --- it is a bulk load of complete crap. Definitely not worth trying. And no, I'm not interested in getting hangovers, thank you very much. I remember I wasn't so well last night, and I don't want to repeat the experience. But if someone comes to tell me that getting drunk is so and so, I think I can call their bluff --- it is simply useless, because I know that, first hand. One of the guys from the apartment who had come over last night met me in the men's locker room this evening. I was calling him bewde, conversationally. His reply was, "If YOU call me a bewda, I'll take that to be a compliment".

Mystery solved!! :)