Thank God, it's a Friday bacchanalian

Have you ever experienced seeing overly-drunk patrons leaving a bar or club on a wheelchair being pushed by a bouncer? Really embarrassing, right? I mean, it's really shameful. We even used to laugh at them. Now, have you experienced that kind of situation happening to you?

Well last night it happened, to my friend. It was one of my high school friends' birthday last Wednesday and ever since we turned 18, we've been always hitting the clubs to party and celebrate her occasion. It was just last night that things got out of control, that we ended our night of partying in the hospital. I'm serious about this. No, no one was seriously hurt, but some things got out of control, and the people themselves were hard to control as well.

I promise, after last night I told myself that I'd like to have kids rather than have VERY VERY DRUNK friends. My god.

'better' times: that's me, my friend who got hospitalized, and the hostess of the
birthday party who also got (annoyingly) drunk. some three friends followed after this photo was taken, so we were 6

We got into the club at around 11pm. As you know, the party only starts at around 12 midnight at clubs, or at least here in the Philippines. The original plan was only to chill and have some round of drinks and relax while having fun inside the club. We were lucky we even got to have a table that we paid for 10,000pesos ($250 approx).

So as the birthday girl, she ordered what she like, Absolut Kurrant. I think Vodka isn't really a very strong drink, unless you binge on it. And that's what we did. We got 2 bottles, with sprite to make Vodka7. We only finished one, and some 1/4 of the other.

At 2am, that's when my friend started puking, and drooling, passing out, and then a repeat of that. First, she just wanted to go to the washroom to re-groom herself, but then she already passed out in the washroom, and I was told that someone had to climb to get inside her cubicle to get her out from there. And as soon as that happened, the bouncers were called, and she was just so drunk for the club to let her in again.

I was already a bit crass and annoyed on why the f*ck
did they let this happen to themselves

whenever I'm feeling that I'm almost drunk, or tipsy, I just calm myself and
take a chill pill while lounging and smoking a fag

I, on the meantime was having the time of my life. I don't know but, there's always something going on with myself being lucky with guys whenever we celebrate this particular friend's birthday. Last year, I even get to make out with someone, and managed to exchange a few numbers good looking guys. This time, I got approached by this very cute and masculine guy. He was really freaking my style! He had a good sense of fashion, and had a good height for me to tiptoe to kiss him. And he's got a tight bod. Oh and his name was Aiden. I swear, my world just took a pause like I felt that the gods have finally decided to reward me of my good deeds. He invited me to dance, to that song above, which if you've heard the lyrics right, really fitted our situation and connection in there. The place was jammed and a bit overpacked that our bodies were on friction between ourselves. So he asked me, "do you slow dance?" And I said, "well.. I don't really dance but, I didn't even have a prom (long story).." Then and there he grabbed my hands and placed it in position around him. It was the sexiest thing I've felt for such a long time. Until when the song ended... just when I was about to exchange my number with him, one of the friends who was sober called me that we had to leave, as she relayed what happened while I was having pleasure. Of course I had to excuse myself from him, and to go somewhere I would hear the audible out of my phone. Then after the call, as I searched for him back in the crowd, this other friend grabbed me and she just killed the joy I was having. We went for the exit. And in this club, they have a special exit for people who aren't in the position to function normally. Yes, they have a drunk exit area.

my friend, who will later be in the ER, on the arms of a bouncer

now on a wheelchair, with the bouncer holding a box filled with her puke

It was really serious. It was 2am. And what the f*ck, the party just started! I'm not even a clubbing person, but whenever I get the chance to, I really make the most of it, especially now we're celebrating a friend's birthday. There were three of us who weren't drunk, and we felt we were just chaperoning the whole time (not much for me, though). The other three, there as you can see, one can't even stand by her own. The celebrant by the way was so drunk that it was my first time to see her being like that -- annoying and very hyper. Mind you, she works as a preschool teacher, but with the way she acted last night, it appeared like she was just her own student. And she kept on on standing up, and running towards the entrance of the club only to be chased by one of her sober friends. And she was screaming to have her let go. And she couldn't stay at one place. Soon other drunk people at the drunk exit/lounge showed up, and we almost got into a fight with the other drunk groups because she was uncontrollable. Her non stop blabber. It was such a bacchanalian I tell you. The other drunk one was tame, which was cool because we couldn't handle everything. I was attending to my friend who will get hospitalized.

Some two hours after, my friend was still vomiting, and the drunk celebrant already came back to her senses. Now, all of them realizing how weak our friend was, panicked and got paranoid when she suddenly was getting chills. For me, in my history of drinking, you get chills after drinking when you drank way too much that the alcohol level in your blood is very high. Anyway, they all got more alarmed when our friend was too pale. Then again, I think if you're having chills, that means your body temperature is below normal, which explains the paleness of skin color. But whatever, don't trust my judgment since I didn't train in the medical field.

So back to the story, as they realized the bad state our friend was in, they deemed the best thing to do to her is to rush her to the hospital. They all got in my car, and I drove to the nearest hospital. She even barfed inside my car, and it was a relief that she barfed on the floor not on the seats.

Well of course I don't have a picture to share here of what happened in the hospital but anyhow my annoyance still continued on.

At first my celebrant friend was hesitant to inform the parents herself of what happened. So as to our friend's boyfriend. But she did, after my constant insistence, telling her that whatever happened to our friend, will not be her fault, but her responsibility. She was acting cowardly, when of course in default we are all in her responsibility, since she was the one who invited us to celebrate with her. Do you get the point? As we were waiting for our friend's wards to come, we were scanning on the pictures from the camera that were taken that night, and the celebrant friend couldn't even remember some of the pictures that were taken and the scenario when they were taken.

Soon, the parents and the boyfriend arrived. Good thing was they were all calm, as our friend was now in a 'stable' condition. She was given the general IV after all, but there was no need of confinement (of course). The celebrant even asked the nurse if how's our friend, and he said that our friend looks like a typical drunk person.

Anyway, I'm just really thankful that nothing serious happened to our friend, and that we all didn't get this drunk. It's enough that only 3 from our group got drunk, but one of them needed to be rushed to the hospital.

But if you would ask me, on the whole experience, I was really disappointed and pissed, so much on the celebrant. Of course I just wasn't showing it earlier because it's just going to make the situation worse, and our rationality is low when under the influence of alcohol. The lesson is, no one will not always like to look after someone all the time, that's why we need to be very responsible of ourselves all the time, because not only are we accountable for ourselves, but on some occasions we are also accountable for others.

The other lesson is, it's not fun anymore when someone is not having fun. Drink moderately.

ps. on the guy who I danced with: I used my stalking powers on Facebook and found his profile. We have a common friend, so I think it's not hard to reconnect with this romantic and intimate guy (he slow danced with me, remember?!?!!)