Drunk at MOS
I got drunk last night.
Mickey had asked me to join him at MOS, and chivas really does run like water there. A few enthusiastic “bottom-ups” later, I was tipsy and messaged Matt (don’t ask me why he was the first person that came to mind) asking him to send me home.
Unfortunately, Daryl was there at MOS too, more drunk than I was. When I told him I was going home, he grabbed my hand and refused to let go for a good half an hour. Matt called me when he couldn’t find me, and in my panic, I blurted “Daryl refuses to let me go!”
I really shouldn’t have done that. Because the next thing I know, Matt had called Daryl and I have no idea what they were talking about over the phone. I don’t remember how I got home tonight, except that Matt had to call my mum on my handphone so she’d open the gate for me.
Mickey had asked me to join him at MOS, and chivas really does run like water there. A few enthusiastic “bottom-ups” later, I was tipsy and messaged Matt (don’t ask me why he was the first person that came to mind) asking him to send me home.
Unfortunately, Daryl was there at MOS too, more drunk than I was. When I told him I was going home, he grabbed my hand and refused to let go for a good half an hour. Matt called me when he couldn’t find me, and in my panic, I blurted “Daryl refuses to let me go!”
I really shouldn’t have done that. Because the next thing I know, Matt had called Daryl and I have no idea what they were talking about over the phone. I don’t remember how I got home tonight, except that Matt had to call my mum on my handphone so she’d open the gate for me.
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