How It Feels to be Drunk

Last night I had a drink with my teammates. This is to celebrate my teammate's birthday.

We had a deal that whoever finishes last in a game of pusoydos will drink a glass of G.S.M. Blue. I wouldn't accept this kind of deal because I still don't know how much my body can take before getting drunk. I had support from my crush so I accepted.

I can't afford to lose the next game but the three players cheated. I'm a little dizzy at this moment but I can tell that they have been laying down more cards. I tried to stop them but it's no use. Because of this I finished last. If no one cheated, I wouldn't have finished last.

At first, the deal is no chaser, but they gave me a glass just in case. I took the gin slowly, followed by chasers. When I reached half, my crush tried to stop me. I told her that a deal is a deal so I finished it.

This is where I started to not know what happened. I remember being escorted into the bathroom in case I vomit. I remember calling a name and asking this person to be at my side. I felt like I'm Budoy as I shouted. My body feels numb like I've been injected with anesthesia. I remember vomiting. I remember someone telling me, "Umayos ka!"

The next thing I know, I heard my dad talking to some of my teammates, I don't know who exactly. Someone helped me into the car, and I got a sermon on the way home.

This is my experience of being drunk. Everything has limits. I found my limits. Next time, I will be more careful. I feel like I don't want to drink anymore. Being drunk once is enough.

I should've listened to my crush. I should've stopped when she told me to. Regrets filled my mind.

I just hope those three players realized what they have done. This reminds me of the line my teacher in high school always says, "Cheating is very very very very very........ bad."