Went for dinner shortly after, and we had Mexican food at the Promenade. Bency and Roy wanted a glass of Sangria each, so I suggested getting a jug instead. It came, and both of them were complaining about how strong and alcoholic it tasted, while I, a Sangria-virgin, was none the wiser and thought that it was pleasant enough.
They tried and they tried to take it, but the cocktail levels in their glasses weren't moving AT ALL. So they ordered a glass of Orangeade to mix into the jug haha! Ultimately, there wasn't much difference in the taste and I started to get tipsy already, but I thought heck, it's nice being high, drowning my "sorrows". And so I continued until I couldn't walk straight when we left to go back to our hotel. Everything was a laugh also, in my boozed-up state.
To cut the gross story short, I threw up all my enchilada con chorizo shortly after Spain-Portugal started. Still felt REALLY woozy, but showering didn't help it much. Straight to bed at about 10sth, and Bency darling fed me a banana before I attempted to sleep. Spent so much of the night tossing restlessly, and woke up at 1plus for puke round 2. Terrible, terrible time. Last time I got so light-headed and puked was prob 2 years ago at my 21st, when I smoked a cigar entirely by myself. Sometimes, we just never learn.
Thank God for Bency who always takes great care of me at times when my sensibilities take a backseat, and who loves me even in my crappy moments. I always knew that he's the one for me :)
I was seriously considering trying a "space cookie" now that I'm in Amsterdam, but after last night, I think, enough of this nonsense. Not for another 2 years anyway :P Happy mid-week everyone!