Solo

My weekend trip to Solo was a total blast. The wedding was beautiful, even though the MC thought that he was in the 80ish, but then again maybe he did truly believed he was. But anyhow the best bit of the whole trip is of course the after party, in the hotel’s bar or Music Room they called it. Erhmm, frankly I don’t think I can really recite the after party since I was soooooo veryyyy wasted… J All I know was we invaded the tiny bar, and starts gulping beers whilst jeering at the cheesy songs. I manage to make a spectacle of myself and yes regretfully I think the party bunch will remember me as the girl who cannot hold her drinks, har..har..har. But the most embarrassing bit actually happens the morning after in a taxi that I took with some friends.

Friend: Hey, how was yesterday? Did you got home allrite? Har..har..har.. you were so up in the moon.

Me: God, I so never going to the place anymore.

Friend: Har..har..har.. you don’t remember a thing , do you?

Taxi driver: Yes, I was the one who drives her home yesterday. Yes..yes.. I still remember you from yesterday. From Quality hotel, right?

Me: Oh my God. (at this stage I hung my head in shame).
I don’t think I will take taxi rides in solo for quite some time now, not that I will be back there for a while anyhow. But still, out of all taxis in solo why do I have to ride with the taxi driver who witness my drunkenness, and why oh why did he had to told everyone in the taxi that he remembered it?