Trashed.

I think that about sums up the state that I was in last night. Late this morning actually. At about 4.30am when I miraculously stumbled out of the car and onto the porch. One hand holding the car keys, my jacket, my camera, a bottle of water and a kebab that I had only taken one bite out of but couldn’t stomach any more as it made me feel like throwing up. The other hand fumbling with the lock on the door.

Click.

The sound of the lock turning, as I swayed like a bouy in the ocean because my head was spinning. I dropped the water bottle at some point. I remember that because images of my grumpy parents - waking up and coming out of their room demanding to know where the hell I had been and why I was intoxicated - flashed somewhere in the recesses of my mind. It didn’t happen though. Thank goodness.

I made it to bed. Would have liked to have taken a shower but it was cold (getting colder these days) and it would have been disastrous. `Sides my stomach was feeling really really bad. Churning in fact. So I took off my cigarette-stained clothing and threw on a shirt and my favourite orange jumper. I didn’t know it at the time, but it was on backwards. Hey I was inebriated.

If there’s one thing that I regret from last night (this morning) it’s the drink driving. Definitely a bad idea, and definitely not doing it again.

Crash.

Woke up at 10.57 am. It’s weird. I seem to be waking up just minutes before my scheduled alarm these days. It’s as if some bizarre cosmic force is at work, determined to steal precious minutes of slumber from me.

Head hurt, stomach was still feeling bad but better.

Yum Cha appointment at 11.45 am. I contemplated pulling out but the little guy in my head (or is it a girl?) suggested otherwise. So I showered. Warm running water, shampoo, and dove. After a big night out, it’s heavenly.

At 11.27 am I received a call confirming if I was still going.

“I’ll meet you at there, ” said I.

Followed shortly by “I’m a bit hung over. I don’t think I should be driving, but I’ll be there.”

I flung my cigarette-stained shirt and jeans in the washing machine, added the cold power, and let spin.

…

Yum cha was good by the way. Tingha is always packed, but I’m glad I went. I was surprised that I could eat so much. Considering that I hadn’t eaten anything except for that bit of kebab and half a plate of sashimi around 8pm the night before I think my body needed it.

Could do with a bit more sleep.