…drunk that is. i was. last night. for the first time in my life, i passed out. in the loo of a club. like so many li’l gals i have sympathizingly looked at, over the many years, of my sad, long life, lying down there, with their heads in the toilet. and there i was myself, last night, sitting there, and then realizing i couldn’t, rather didn’t want to, get up. my friend, ill-equipped to handle crisis situations (she’s the embarrassed about everything, scared about everyone kinda gal; not the best drinking buddy :)) esp the ones where the stronger one has passed out flat in the girl’s washroom, freaked, and got the big bouncer to help her pick me and get to the car. him, well, he did not waste any opportunity to squeeze my breast (looking not bad at all in a beautiful purple satin bra, pretty visible under a half open shirt). i was limp, i just giggled. and then he just dumped me in the car like one throws a huge garbage bag out on the road. i insisted that my friend just let me sleep it out in her car (the best thing to do when one is passed out), but nope, she wouldn’t just give up. she actually went about looking for help, when we reached home, and got this driver guy sleeping in a parked car nearby. now this guy was very decent. did not touch me in any inappropriate way, slung me up over his shoulder, while the only thing i was concerned about was my new phone, and softly placed me on the living room diwan in my house. the last thing i remember was Sul fussing about over me; taking my boots off and all. she’s never seen me passed out, poor thing, and lugged over some guy’s shoulder. it was quite a night. :) we live, we learn. bah! i guess i am growing old, and need to remember that and not treat my body the way i used to treat it 10-15 yrs back. hmmm…
and now that i’ve been here, it got me thinking. it is not a very uncommon situation, people passing out. clubs should have a pass-out room; you know, like a dormitory, where if one passes out, one can just go and lie down about for a coupla hrs, till one is able to at least stand up and go on home safely.
and yes, as expected from the public in general, no one came to help; so many of them standing about around waiting for their cars. some even just stood there and giggled, looking at us, my friend was fuming today.. :) and yes, i have offered help many-a-time, to many-a-gal, sometimes guys too, if i felt help was needed. so it’s not something that no one ever does. i wish more people would. in life.
27th April afternoon:
i completely forgot to factor in the coupla pills i had popped just before leaving home; one of them a pain-killer. that surely must’ve helped relax my body and loosen up my brain. dear god, please help me remember that i have taken pain killers before i launch on drinking binges in future. :) and that’s not the first i have done this. need to be stricter (with myself) now.
hehehehehe…who am i kidding.. :P