My Blackout
So, I had my first official black out courtesy Ms. P. It was last Saturday that this wonderful incident happened. To understand why this happened or to be precise why I was so stupid as to do something so ridiculous we will have to trace the steps to the party.
It all started with too many extra classes. When you have classes all through the day and that too SCM you are already half way down the rabbit hole. You are so frustrated about everything around you the only sane step is to drown these emotions with some strong inebriant. To add to my misery I had to go all the way back to the civilization to get the German material. Which actually turned out okie considering the conditions, I was re-reading Norwegian Wood all the way there and splurged in UCB so all in all not so bad for a solo trip to the city.
I was kind of happy to go shopping all alone not that I hate company but when you go out with P and K you feel like killing yourself after two hours. Never go out with a shopaholic when you are one too. That’s one lesson I learnt the hard way. With people trying 30 dresses and running around the shop to try even more you will feel like Ted Bundy. So, I was happily roaming around Saharagunj window shopping and buying some stuff here and there (I bought one good pair of ballerinas and chinos for my expedition to my favourite city).
I came back around 7 in the evening with food for everyone (courtesy McD, okie I am student so cant splurge on food much). I thought I might skip the party and sleep for 15 hrs straight but my dear friends had other plans for me. We had our last insti party that day. So according to P and K we were supposed to get all dressed up cause you know that’s what chicks do! I had no such plans; I could just wear some black t shirt, old jeans and get drunk like any other sane person. But when you have two people nagging at you for half an hour you can’t do anything else but listen to them just to shut them up at least.
So there I was at 11 in the night all dressed up in my only cocktail dress only to see all the guys in shorts happily roaming around and an empty dance floor. Did I feel like a douche bag? You bet. It was so embarrassing. There were the 2nd year people who were like all casual and we were there dressed like prom queens. So, to drown all the stares we started the bottoms up game.
Fast forward half an hr later and six drinks down I started feeling all weird. Went to the dance floor and zap! The next thing I remember is waking up in my bed at 12 the next day and with a mighty hangover at that. I had no idea who bought me back or what anaap shanap I told people. I couldn’t remember a thing! Generally, I never forget anything when I m drunk I distinctly remember every single detail. Now, I understand how P felt after the Hostel Party in M, going around asking people whether I said something idiotic and apologizing beforehand.
Apparently I slapped A, stomped on M’s toe. I was head banging to all Hindi songs. I left K and was dancing with random people. I puked in front of Samanjasya. Yeah I marked my territory! Things are getting better and better as people are talking about my famous (read infamous) night.
Lets see what the next insti party brings us..until then I am grounded
It all started with too many extra classes. When you have classes all through the day and that too SCM you are already half way down the rabbit hole. You are so frustrated about everything around you the only sane step is to drown these emotions with some strong inebriant. To add to my misery I had to go all the way back to the civilization to get the German material. Which actually turned out okie considering the conditions, I was re-reading Norwegian Wood all the way there and splurged in UCB so all in all not so bad for a solo trip to the city.
I was kind of happy to go shopping all alone not that I hate company but when you go out with P and K you feel like killing yourself after two hours. Never go out with a shopaholic when you are one too. That’s one lesson I learnt the hard way. With people trying 30 dresses and running around the shop to try even more you will feel like Ted Bundy. So, I was happily roaming around Saharagunj window shopping and buying some stuff here and there (I bought one good pair of ballerinas and chinos for my expedition to my favourite city).
I came back around 7 in the evening with food for everyone (courtesy McD, okie I am student so cant splurge on food much). I thought I might skip the party and sleep for 15 hrs straight but my dear friends had other plans for me. We had our last insti party that day. So according to P and K we were supposed to get all dressed up cause you know that’s what chicks do! I had no such plans; I could just wear some black t shirt, old jeans and get drunk like any other sane person. But when you have two people nagging at you for half an hour you can’t do anything else but listen to them just to shut them up at least.
So there I was at 11 in the night all dressed up in my only cocktail dress only to see all the guys in shorts happily roaming around and an empty dance floor. Did I feel like a douche bag? You bet. It was so embarrassing. There were the 2nd year people who were like all casual and we were there dressed like prom queens. So, to drown all the stares we started the bottoms up game.
Fast forward half an hr later and six drinks down I started feeling all weird. Went to the dance floor and zap! The next thing I remember is waking up in my bed at 12 the next day and with a mighty hangover at that. I had no idea who bought me back or what anaap shanap I told people. I couldn’t remember a thing! Generally, I never forget anything when I m drunk I distinctly remember every single detail. Now, I understand how P felt after the Hostel Party in M, going around asking people whether I said something idiotic and apologizing beforehand.
Apparently I slapped A, stomped on M’s toe. I was head banging to all Hindi songs. I left K and was dancing with random people. I puked in front of Samanjasya. Yeah I marked my territory! Things are getting better and better as people are talking about my famous (read infamous) night.
Lets see what the next insti party brings us..until then I am grounded
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