Memoirs of a Drunk Man

Last night was one crazy night, a night where I just dumped all my ethical beliefs and behaved very badly - all under the influence of too much alcohol, namely sake. Puking all over the restaurant toilet was not a good sight.

Since I started working in New Samsi Japanese Restaurant about a year ago, this is the first time the owner held a party for staff members, and it was a good one too: Free bar, free food, everything on the house, now how can anyone beat that? Arrived 10pm, and as soon as we sat down on the table, the heavy drinking began.

I'm not usually a heavy drinker, plus I can take quite alot before going down. The amount consumed yesterday though, set a whole new record. Even I can't believe how much I've actually drank. 5 bottles of sake, 1/2 bottle of some Korean herbal spirit, 1 pint of beer: they all went down my throat... Only to come right out very soon.

By the time it was 2am, everyone was leaving. I kept my composure well until then, but I knew it was coming. My head was spinning like a wild top, so I admitted myself to the toilet. Unfortunately, I din't quite make it there - I threw up at the toilet door. After beautifully redecorating the toilet, I had to lay down on the cushions by the tatami tables to recover. My head chef was nice enough to stay back to take care for me, until 5am in the morning. He even cleaned up my mess and sent me home. It has been quite sometime since I felt that I was cared for and I really did appreciate what he did for me. Embarrassed and wrecked as I was, I had to keep saying sorry and thank you.

As I'm typing this in the morning after the event with the most massively skull spliting headache, I now ask myself why I have unleashed the ugly side of me while slowly gathering bits and pieces of my memory about last night. I guess I allowed myself to do so. I had my sorrows and I wanted to feel how "drown all my sorrows" feels like, and I realised why some people turn to the cup for relief. There was a moment where, when consumed the appropriate amount of alcohol, one feels as though nothing else in the world matters anymore, and you can put everything behind you in an instant when you're emotions are not able to do so. For once since a long time ago, I felt I'm at peace with myself, wiping away all the worries both in my brain and in my heart. Of course, I also discovered the price to pay for doing so too.

It was quite an experience, but that's the first and the last time I unleash myself like this. Not because I think its not worth compensating the moment of peace with the after effects: I just simply don't want to embarrass myself in public anymore. Now that I'm sensible once more, I guess drowning ones sorrow is also not the way to go. I'd rather stay put as the "thinking and worrying too much" me.

PS: I kept mentioning where I worked but I never did take any picture of the restaurant. I found a picture of the exterior of the restaurant on the online webpage. Trust me, the interior is way more marvellous than the exterior.