*HIK!*
after 1 margarita and 4 vodka-sprite (with half a bottle of san mig light) at wasabi, i thought and felt like i was a very intelligent being and the person whom i was talking to was the most interesting specimen there was even though i don't remember his or her name. when i went home and my head hit the pillow, the room spun and i blacked out.
and i woke up smelling like an ashtray and still groggy from what was really a sedate party. i just drank, ate chicken yakitori and sat in a corner for 4 hours.
i don't even know a friggin soul in that party, save for Other Half.
