Happy Hangover

We had a wet-night in our college on 16th: to celebrate Independence Day! And it was sponsored by a leading consultant and one of the most sought after recruiters of our campus (I avoid taking names because I’m not sure if the company wants the fact to be publicised). In layman’s language, that means just one thing, and one very important thing at that: Free Booze!!!
Knowing XL-culture and having lived with the resolute culture-upholders for almost 15 months now, I was pretty sure that petty things like submissions of Pray and Mad Shuks(nothing, absolutely nothing, can ever be more significant than booze…except free booze, i.e.) wouldn’t dampen anybody’s spirits (pun very much intended).

A sucker for dance parties that I am, at 1 o’clock, I pinged Rondu to accompany me to the wet-night. True to his character, he started bickering about how he still had a lot of work to do, and how his team-mates were just FRAXing, and how he was the only one working while others were sleeping, and how his ISE group is a mistake blah blah blah… so I told him that he could work for an hour, and then we’d go there, again just for an hour, and then he could come back and continue with his never-ending B-Plan. Surprisingly, he agreed within 15 minutes of pestering!
At 2, I pinged him again. I was half expecting him to back out. But he just asked for 10 more minutes. He did repeat his saga of woes before that :o) but then he came. And we went. And we joined Sanjay & Co. and we danced. The fervour was a bit low. It usually takes a few minutes to build up… then I had some whiskey. And then we danced some more. And then I had another shot. I was just in a mood to get drunk, to know how it feels, to be on a high. It’s heavenly. It makes you happy, sets you free, makes you much more of a fun person than you already are.
We were back by 4. I was totally drunk by then. I couldn’t walk straight. I kept falling off. I was laughing loudly. My voice was slurring. And I was totally happy and enjoying myself. Rondu dropped me on my door. I entered my room, stripped off all my clothes, put on my stupid stingy nightie, and dropped off on the bed.

In the wee hours of morning, nature urged me to wake up. And I realized I was not in a good shape. My head was spinning. I was pretty sure I would pass out. I thought about calling up My Friend, then decided against it. It would require me to change my clothes. I wasn’t capable of doing that. Heck! I wasn’t capable of peeing, I feared I’d pass out on the way itself. I didn’t know what to do. I got a bit worried. And I wished I had stuck to my original plan of getting drunk only with my husband/ boyfriend. That way, I’d have someone to watch out for me after the good phase of being drunk was over.

Anyways, what was done could not be undone. So I took a Combiflam (that’s what I take for my migraine), and decided to call Soumya if I needed any help. Hoping that I wouldn’t I went off to sleep. Thankfully, it didn’t take too much effort.

The entire next day (Yes, the entire next day. No exaggeration.) I had a hangover. But it was a mere reminder of what fun I had last night :o)