Take care.
Alcohol. Lots of it. Cigarettes. More than enough. What else? Food? Sure. Let’s fry it and eat it.
But it’s never a good idea to drink, drink and drink some more. To take shots, gulp down your drink to take another shot. Pay the bill, and order another round of shots. Not. Good. Because your home and your bed is still an hour’s drive away, also you need to change into your pjs before you crash. Crash, so that you can wake up in the morning, take a shower, and get into the cab for work. And work when you get to the damn office.
Being hungover is never a good time to hear about your friend crashing his/her car. Being hungover at work is never a good time to feel like an idiot for not forcing him/her to not drive that night. Thanking the cosmos that s/he’s alright is a good idea. But you don’t stop feeling like shit. You also forget to yell a little. At him/ her of course.
Please please please don’t drink and drive. Even if you’ve done it a gazillion times before.
Also, if you want to get drunk. Alcohol is cheaper at home. Cigarettes can be smoked in the balcony, if not a smoking room somewhere. So, you’ll have to clean up a little the next day? At least you’ll be safe.
What else? Cab it. It costs as much as a fancy cocktail or a JD +tax.
What else? Designated drivers.
What else? Crash at someone’s place, then the designated driver can get drunk too. And crash in a bed. Where you are supposed to.
So, people. Take care of yourselves. No one else can.
Why?
Why do men think pink is a corporate colour? And when I say pink, I mean PINK! Roses-embroidered-on-a-pink-tie-pink! Seriously? Why?!
Why do all salwar kameezes and saris qualify as formal wear? ALL?!
Why do pretty things cost so bloody much?
Why do people with money buy the most ugly, not to mention, most expensive things? What I’m trying to say is, why is there an inverse relationship between taste/class and moolah?
Why are Berkins soooooooooooo fucking expensive!
Why is my career choice so not suited to me? Is it a career choice? Am I sticking around here? Can I leave?
Why can’t you trust a skinny chef? Oh! I know that one.
Why do vegetarians go all “Eeewwww” when I eat? Do I tell them their stupid tinda/lauki/kaddu is stinking or that I cannot look at it! How can you make yourself suffer so much by chewing so much roughage!
Why do people insist on using “anyways” and “u’re” (for your) and and and..!
Why can’t I find a good piece of meat? Like seriously good. Haha… that didn’t come out right! Or maybe it did. *evil catty laughter* (which I can only manage online!)
Why do men have such horrid phone etiquette?
Why do men disappear/ go absconding/ make you wait…! (I have a feeling I will be elaborating… later)
Why can’t I make up my mind!
Why are kids so irritating? Why are people so irritating?
Why did I read MetroNow? Why? It made me want to throw up!
Why am I typing all this out…? Why?
Oh, also, thank you for listening. The crib list never ends. But I am stopping now. Will go and write about why men disappear?
