The Dark Side

Some of you would really start hating me after reading the below account, but then everyone has a dark side, isn't it? :-)
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It seems these days nothing is going right for me. Had another horrible day yesterday.

We had our team drinks last evening. So after finishing work at around 6, all eight people in our team went to a pub closeby and started drinking. I ordered a pint of beer and finished it pretty quickly. In the second round all of us had another half-a-pint of beer. From there, we went on to the next pub. I had gin-and-tonic (third round) and then a glass of white wine (fourth round). After that, we ordered shots of something which tasted like saunf (I can't remember the name of the liquor. If anyone has any idea of what it is, please do let me know). I was loving it because all these places were fairly downmarket places and you could see 'real' people out there, not sophisticated suit-wearing bankers.

After the fifth round, we went to the first floor of the same pub where a band was playing. It was really amazing. What they played, I don't remember, but we were enjoying ourselves. Over there I had another glass of gin-and-tonic (sixth round). (God, now that I am counting all the drinks that I had, it is really freaking me out!! ) Anyhow, continuing with our binge drinking session, we went to a quieter place after that and I had another glass of white wine there (seventh round). Two of our colleagues then left for home. One was a lady and the other was a guy who wasn't feeling very well that day. So there were 6 of us left (all guys). Then the person who was familiar with the area took us to a strip bar (where we had our eighth round). Scantily clad girls came to you, chatted a bit, and then you were supposed to drop a coin or two in the glass they were carrying around. It was kinda weird. Now I had already had so much to drink (without having anything to eat after lunch), that I lost all control of myself. So I went close to the stage where a totally nude girl was doing a pole dance. In a few minutes, my desk head (M) and another colleague also joined me there. M then asked me (jokingly) to take a pic of the dancing girl. Now I was high-enough and enthu-enough to take out my phone and actually take a picture of the girl. As soon as I showed it to M, another of those bar girls saw it and she started shouting. M tried to quieten her by paying her off, but she didn't stop. Suddenly, two huge bouncers appeared from nowhere and asked me to delete the pic I had taken. Now foolish that I am, I started making all sorts of excuses. So much so that I even told them that I did not have a phone with me. All of us were then taken outside on the street and my phone was snatched from me. I was shit scared cos my phone photo album also contains photos of errrr....emmmm.....scantily clad men, I was afraid that someone from my team is gonna take notice. I am not scared of outing myself to my team, but it would have been really embarrassing had it taken place like that. Anyhow, nobody took notice, but the bouncers deleted the pic of the girl. Not only did they delete the pic, but they also called up every bar in the area to warn them that 6 insane and totally drunk bankers were in the area and that they should not be allowed inside. Anyways, while I was checking my phone for other stuff that they might have possibly deleted by mistake, I dropped it on the ground. The battery cover got lost somewhere and I had to buy a replacement battery cover today.

But after so much happening, we did not stop. We went to another place (which fortunately had not been informed about us being in the area) and I had half a glass of beer there as well. Now by this time, my head had already started spinning cos of lack of food and water and tonnes of alcohol flowing in my blood. So I decided to take leave and somehow walked to the train station. In the train, I sat down and after some time puked all over my suit and over the bag that I carry to office. Some of the people in the train expressed their disgust, but one girl handed me tissues and started talking to me. She said that it happens to her all the time and that she had been in worse situations. I couldn't thank her enough. Throughout the journey, she kept talking and asking me not to worry. In between my ten thousand thank yous and i-really-appreciate-its, I committed a blunder. God knows why I gave her my business card. And to top that, I also told her that I was gay. Ugh..she seemed like a really nice girl, but why the hell did I have to do that - I have no clue.

After coming home, I again puked in my toilet and would now have to clean up all the mess. Had to throw my bathroom mats cos it was all over the place. Will have to get my business suit dry-cleaned. Despite all that, had to get up at 6 in the morning to reach work on time. Was terribly hungover all day today. I think I should stop drinking - I really can't handle it. :-(