Amnesia

Woke up this morning with a figurative headache. Just thinking about the night before makes me wince - Way too much alcohol-happiness. In the light of day, I'm going to deny everything.

Usually a very sober drinker, mainly because I take care to pace myself and maintain self-control (after all, different levels of drunkenness are all just a function of self-control), I was in a slightly heck-care, fuck-all mood last night. Besides, among other things, I've never been a stupid tipsy drunk before, and one should experience the full range of human emotions and behaviour, right? My lack of food to line my stomach didn't help either, and after a while, it felt as if my stomach was on slow simmer.

I remember laughing a lot. Lying down to look at the ceiling - I liked the very basic warehouse look of the place, and was quite fascinated by the high ceilings and wooden beams that crissed-crossed high above the merry-makers. But I think some people thought I was at the point of passing out just because I was lying down, when the fact was, I needed some time out to think, to lift myself above my surroundings. Dancing, sitting on the floor, kissing someone. My friend trying to drag me off because she thought I was getting a bit looney.

I remember laughing and crying and shouting into the phone in the pre-dawn night. Words words words. Stream of babble thrown out because I didn't know what to say. The crisp winter air. Too-salty instant noodles around a small white table. More words and friendly banter.

I plead temporary insanity to it all.