Bloggista was cradling a bottle of half-empty Jagermeister like it was Jennifer’s Body. The Doc was redder than a red hot chili pepper. Novz eyes have turned to slits.
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This was the scene that greeted me after I ditched four European countries just to catch the tail-end of Bloggista’s birthday celebration. Three hours back, I was pulling my hair out in clumps trying to make heads or tails of the reports that I should be doing for these countries. It didn’t help maters when these same guys were texting me every ten seconds egging me to quit my frigging job– sorry boys, a blogger does not live by adsense alone, unless you’re bloggista.
Before turning completely into a bald eagle, I decided to call it a day and rushed to where these three guys were. I’ve never seen these guys to be so shitfaced it’s hilarious. I wish I had my camera with me so I can show their faces here.
Anyway, I tried to compensate for the lost time by drinking like a fish. I downed three bottles of beer in under 10 minutes, stat. I smoked like a chimney and started ogling somebody else’s behind that was perilously close to rubbing against the Doc’s dozing face. After my fourth bottle, I was already buzzing but not the dizzy kind of buzzing though, it was more like buzzing like a bee looking for flowers to erm.. pollenate.
Then Bloggista said that we should go to…..
Next thing I know, I’m in my bed, stripped to my underpants, and the doc was sleeping in a futton below it. Whether we went somewhere or did something after our drinking party, I no longer have any recollection.
And you know, if you can’t remember a damn thing– it never really happened.