Y Sunday, November 18, 2007
6:51 pm
Horribly, terribly, extremely fatigued. Or as we like to call it, shagged. Ah well.So, yesterday was one of the first time I hosted a party with several friends. To be brutally honest, my original idea was just for me to lend my place while I tended to my own devices, whether the party actually worked out or not, was to be decided by Chester, since it was his idea.
But shit, it's my place afterall. No matter how you look at it, I've got to play the host. And so for the first damned time in my life, I gave it a shot.
Tiring.
There's Chester, a morally bankrupt (oh my GOD I LOVE this phrase) fella. So naturally, you'd have alcoholic drinks. Mmm.
Fun stuff later. Mundane, thoughtful issues first. Yes, I went to my AFT's (Mr. Zuraimi) place for lunch, along with the whole of the class. MC and I were the first to arrive (In fact, I was earlier than MC this time round. Feels good.) so we decided to pop by McDonald's for a drink.
POP.
"THANK YOU THANK YOU, BUY ONE TWO DOLLAR ONLY, HELP THE POOR AND NEEDY FAMILY, THANK YOU THANK YOU."
Okay, she made it sound like a charitable organization. And yes, usually I don't mind throwing some loose change (of which 80% of the proceeds disappear or something) for them poor sods. Great, but I wasn't feeling particularly generous.
"YOU HAVE A GOLD HEART, GOLD HEART. PLEASE HELP THE NEEDY AND POOR FAMILY, THANK YOU THANK YOU."
See the HUGE ARSE problem here? Neither MC nor I have said a SINGLE word, or uttered one syllable and she goes on blabbering her thanks. Crazy middle-aged woman.
"My heart's black."
Kinda curt, but I wasn't amused. At all.
"NO LA DON'T SAY THAT. HELP THE POOR AND NEEDY THANK YOU."
Here's your two dollars, now get out of my face please. My god. She actually asked EACH of us buy one. Bloody hell. I don't even know what I bought. Chucked it away when I got the chance to. Annoying.
Got back home after a sumptuous meal at Baby Z's place (God his son is DAMNED cute.) but not before dropping by Melvin's gorgeous house. So many views form his place. Tekong, Malaysia, the airport and a cute little kelong fishing village thing. Actually grabbed a binoculars and could see some chaps rowing boats. Interesting.
Anyway, it was a long bus ride home after that, but not before grabbing some groceries and a cup of tooth-decaying bubble tea. Shit, that smut's gonna make someone die of a bloody sugar rush. Dumped the thing. (Sorry tim =\)
Cycled over to Sara's place to pick her up, because she refused to come over earlier. Jollyn as usual had problems cycling on roads, but where this is concerned, don't hesitate. When it's clear, it's clear. Just go. Hesitation on your part's gonna get you killed.
She looked great - was wondering what Jollyn was going on about her looking like an aunty of sorts. I'll never know.
Guests arrived soon after, and yeah, the whole shebang started. My room got crowded and we shifted everyone downstairs. Originally, food was a problem - quantity wise. Turns out no one really ate. (Can't blame y'all. The food didn't look half appetizing, and I know my home cooked food.) Some even went home hungry. (My apologies.)
Forgot about poor Samantha, who didn't fancy peas and carrots, so she didn't eat a bite of rice at all. Was supposed to grab her a plate of bee hoon, but.. you can guess what happened.
Surprisingly, everything worked out fine. Was a really pleasant surprise when Su Ann, Samantha and Jacq could make it. Someday, I have to go back to Greenfield to just take a look at the neighbourhood.
Seemed like I sinned cardinally though, because I forgot to invite Tze Lin. Well hey, at least it crossed my mind ya?
Alcoholic games I will not go into detail. Joy got really really drunk, spouted nonsense and hugged Bfoo, Darren and I non-stop while dragging herself around the house, insisting she wasn't drunk. Tried to get her away from the house with no avail, but she evidently couldn't drink anymore.
Tim, oh man, don't even know where to begin. Funny shit. Should have caught the whole damn thing on a camera. He was screaming randomly in that metal screamo voice, talking in circles with that beetroot red face. Honestly, pure comedic gold. No other way to describe it.
He even grabbed a drunked-ass MC's phone, essentially told Jollyn to go away and let MC have fun. Shit it was really funny. Crazy guy.
Then I had to guide a tipsy Zhao Peng and poor Danielle to the main road. Halfway though Samantha told me Jacq got stuck in my sister's toilet. Freaked badly at that moment - I couldn't quite get home, because Bobby's.. tipsy, and Jacq was breaking up pretty bad from what I heard.
Told Danielle to give me a call when she left, and ran all the way home.
*Ting ting ding dong dong*
*Checks message*
"Jacq's out."
....
Danielle called, and I had to check if Bobby was okay. He was. But Tim wasn't. Took one step into the house and crap, I almost choked. Tim vomitted all over the floor.
"I like.. tried to vomit into the bag...? But I kinda missed. Sorry dude.."
Who was the one who said he wouldn't freakin vomit for tonight eh? Fine, so technically you didn't, since that happened at around 12ish. Good on you Tim. Mess was cleared shortly after, my thanks to all that helped, specially Louisa and Tim (who was mucking around in his own mess more than anything.)
Tze Lin dropped by at that time - bad timing. House smelled like a freakin dump.
So now I had 2 slightly tipsy Chester and Blim, a totally wasted Tim and MC, a very woozy Darren and Bobby, who were both talking out of their asses. (It's actually hella funny to poke fun at drunk people's logic. Try it sometime.)
Tim went up, took out his shirt, REFUSED to shower.
"No man, I don't need to shower. I DON'T NEED TO SHOWER. Just needa sleep.. just let me sleep and I'll be good the next morning."
And he slept on my bed.
F-U-C-K.
Followed by MC (who was sprawled on a wet toilet floor, while vomiting into the toilet bowl. A few times.) I pretty much gave up by then. Slept on the sofa bed. Bobby died on the sofa couch downstairs, while Chester and Blim pretty much didn't sleep. Retard Daren was squeezing on the bed along with Tim and MC. Funny thing was his toes were twitching non-stop as he slept.
Our Morally Bankrupt friend took the blanket from my bed and into the sofa bed. Best thing Ches's ever done. Drunk shits wouldn't tell the difference between being hot or cold.
Aw come on Ian, don't be so hard on them. They were drunk!
No shit. You try taking care of a bunch of vomitting, delusional drunks. Effin try it.
PS. Above all, I actually enjoyed the whole thing, despite it being really draining. (Hey it's my first time. Cut me some slack.) In fact, Dad says we should throw it again once in a blue moon! With catering, too!