Monster Ru

to drink to forget

after The Observatory gig at the Esplanade, i was going to have a non-alcoholic drink with the Ampulets. but i felt bad because a friend had been wanting to meet up since yesterday. and because S said that she sounded disappointed (after he said he was going home), i thought i would meet up with her. (yes, even though S was "sensible" enough to go home...)

so this is the second night in a week (and both the times that i've met up with this friend) that i've had to send her home because she was too drunk.

...

i didn't know she was drunk when i agreed to meet her. but still, for me, you have to stand by a friend, whether drunk or not right?

wait.

actually more so when she is drunk.

...

so as i sat there watching her in her drunken stupor, i thought about the times when i myself had gotten that drunk. not so often these days, but i am sure that some of you have seen me in some kind of a drunken state. but this, this wasn't just somebody in a drunken state. it was somebody who got drunk, knowing that she didn't get drunk for a good reason. not merrily, but rather, in order to forget pain.

at times like these, when you are stone-cold sober yourself, and watching someone trying to manage the suffering and state of loneliness, you get reminded of that of your own.

and i thought to myself. gosh.

...

i was so afraid that she was going to fall off the bar stool. and many a times, she was going to.

she finally passed out at the bar, and i sat there, left alone with her sorrow and mine. and finally, as the bar was closing, i had to try to wake her. nothing worked, and i actually had to slap her face to wake her up, which is not something i particularly enjoy doing, nor am familiar with. in the taxi, i borrowed the uncle's water-bottle so i could splash some water on her face to wake her. it was useless. so the uncle gave me hong-yu (axe oil) and i had to shake her up rather violently.

funny cos' when she finally woke, she was alive! she even tried to fight me back and did a little dance (which ended up with her in the flower pots). uncle was so amused that she could dance. me, i was tired.

so i got back, and gave myself a little vodka drink, listening to pink floyd's "Wish You Were Here" album. and now, to rest.

"How i wish, how i wish you were here.
We're just 2 lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year. Running over the same old ground,
what have we found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here."

- Pink Floyd, "Wish You Were Here".

i just hope that when she gets up tomorrow, she will feel better.

posted by 儒 @ 20:15