Boredom, stress, frustration; all contributing factors to last night’s orgy of excess. The full effects of which are still unknown.

The night before last, King and I (the King of surprises), went clubbing. Yes, King went clubbing. Not a few days before (did he hear me?) I said to T how I never go out with King, because he doesn’t drink and he doesn’t dance and I wonder if he likes to go out at all.

Oh wait, has he been reading my Blog? Haha.

Anyway, so we were on the bus going to Liuyan for God knows what, when he chatted up a then-unknown girl sitting next to him. He’s smooth. Next thing I know we’re getting off in Wuyan, she calls another female friend and there the four of us are on our way to the club.

We spent too much money on whisky, which neither King nor I really drink or enjoy, and then spent the rest of the night dancing. It was fun. It was surprising. It left us wanting more.

I think with both of us being bored, terribly, terribly bored, we fancied some substance abuse, so last night we figured we’d party hard. The problem is, the drink is very expensive, and the night before drinking only the whisky, we hardly felt tipsy.

Last night we bought some evil, evil Bai Guo, and just writing about it now is making me want to vomit. We cheers’ed away a bottle between us, King having eaten nothing, and then started for the club.

My theory on Bai Guo has always been that it hits fast and hard, but it’s effects are short. So we giggled a bit and thought we felt fine. At the club, just me and him, the two main dudes that we thought we were, we ordered another over-priced and under-appreciated whisky combo. A smallish bottle of Chivas, 3 cans of Pepsi and a bowl of popcorn. Finally King got something to eat.

So we cheers’ed each other and people at random tables around us, using rather large shot glasses of neat Chivas. We also bumped into people we met the previous night, amongst them quite a tall, beautiful and well endowed Chinese girl, Mung Li. Dancing ensued.

The dusk of drunkenness fell suddenly. My theory about the evil, evil Bai Guo’s shortness of effect, was proven horribly, harribly wrong.

Beyond this point the details get blurry. I remember drinking too much. I remember coming back to our table from the dance floor only to find our flask of Chivas and Pepsi (sacralidge, I know) empty, but I can’t remember if we emptied it. I remember King falling over on the dance floor, sleeping at the table and then being taken home by one of our new male friends.

I remember handing him his jacket before he left, speaking enough, and fluently so, instructions in Chinese for the coat-check girl to hand me only his jacket. I remember beers appearing, but I don’t remember paying for it, which I must have as my big money had been spent (either that or robbed, but there was still change left).

I remember the beers being finished, but I don’t remember drinking it all. Altough I do remember puking in the loo shortly following half a beer, dirtying a tiny cubicle, because there was no western style loo, just the porcelein trench into which I couldn’t aim very well.

I remember SMS’ing Lara, sarcasticly saying ‘Thank You’, she replied, ‘why’ and I replied ‘for not phoning me’. This morning I saw I sent the message at 9:15pm and replied at 00:45. I cannot account for the time in between and know I was already pissed when I sent the first message.

I notice I have two new numbers on my cellphone, but I don’t remember who put it there and I can’t pronounce the names recorded in Chinese characters. I’m sure I made an arse of myself, embarresed myself, but that I don’t remember (thankfully?).

I threw up. Just as well. I think if I had to carry all the alcohol with me to bed, I would have been near dead this morning.

So, anyway – an interesting adventure and a grim reminder of why not to mix your alcohols or drink too much. And why never ever to turn your back on evil, evil Bai Guo.

We’re having coffee later with our ‘saviour’, the young Chinese guy we befriended who can speak a little English and saw both King and I home, seperately.

Top class guy. Maybe he can fill in the blanks.