The Good Times

Saturday, 27th August, 12.30 am onward

Matrimony of a certain someone took me 200 kms away from home to a small town in the neighbouring state. It was a friend of Gdaran's from his days in polytechnic whom incidentally was tying the knot with a junior of mine. I personally had no close ties to this junior of mine; it was just another favour for Gdaran. The good thing however was the fact that his friends and I were previously introduced last year when we traveled to Port Dickson for an overnight stay; alcohol, beach, unhealthy munchies and all!

We were ahead of the rest and was taken to a nearby dorm-cum-motel to freshen up and get some rest. It was decent and comfortable with air conditioning. Upon arrival, the alcohol sloshing almost immediately began and it lasted way up to the next night. This was the first time I have been under the influence of alcohol for more than 24 straight hours, the buzz, not once wearing off. It all somehow felt blithe because they reminded me of my boys back in uni; a similar collection of loud, funny, carefree, and hopeless bunch of morons. It stroke a chord in me; time and choices may take one far from where he/she started, but for the sake of the good times, everything else becomes trivial in comparison. Disheartening is the fact  that good times don't last but I relish that they would come along over and over again for me to cherish.

Monday, 29th August, 11.30 pm onward

I was out with Gdaran for our occasional routine go at the pool table along with two other of his friends when someone popped back in my life. One guess who. Right across the table, just as I was about to try and salvage my hopeless streak of unfortunate faults that night, this slim figure of dark complexion and well toned arms, hat in place, goatee trimmed to accentuate an already sharp angular face, manifested. Immediately, I felt this huge punch in my gut, adrenaline gushed in and took over no sooner than I had thrust the cue stick upon the cue ball. At that moment, I understood what it was like to want to run in the opposite direction when you stumble upon an ex. I held my ground anyway, and did the only sane thing I could think of, text-SOS my friends for help. Dear Teddy replied assuring me that I had nothing to worry about. Just as I expected, Mr P and I ignored each other. He was long gone before I decided to pry on the adjacent table but seeing that empty table brought me back to life akin to being resuscitated via a defibrillator. I resumed the rest of the night winning two frames of the 3 frames game we played. 

Tuesday, 30th August, 7.30 pm onward

Cookies and Cakes is back from the capital city and he brought along the ultimate accessory!!! (Sorry CnC, I don't wanna be so jaded but I guess you would understand for now.) Giggly Mellie was the fourth lively addition to a Chinese steamboat dinner, a sit-down pastry dessert explosion and a late night social accompaniment of Paulhaner, draught, and cider. 

Surprise surprise, I got a Fossil watch for a birthday gift!!!

And not a single cent spent the whole night through!!!

I have the greatest bestest best friend in the whole wide world!!!!!!

Thanks CnC!!!

Here's to the good times!!! Cheers!!!